Love is overrated
I am an island
unto myself
I am full
I am empty
in between
a space resides
wherein I cram
the night flies
hope is blind
the stars hide
out of sight
blinding light
sharp to the right
the moon follows
foggy and low
the earth groans hollow
sunrise moans.



◄ Cloud 9

Silver Grey Blue ►


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