by makatkaGorey, Wexford, Ireland
Dec 2019 284 Views 0 comments
In a not green, green
In a not green, green room
dreams come easier
by the glow of the stars
of the Moroccan lamp.
In a not green, green room
the silence is broken
by the purring of the aggregator cat
or eagle owl hidden in the dark.
In a not green, green room
through the eyelash curtains
I catch the dawn rays in my fingers
weaving a green tapestry.
In a not green, green room
the emptiness of the sheets
covered the next day.
dreams come easier
by the glow of the stars
of the Moroccan lamp.
In a not green, green room
the silence is broken
by the purring of the aggregator cat
or eagle owl hidden in the dark.
In a not green, green room
through the eyelash curtains
I catch the dawn rays in my fingers
weaving a green tapestry.
In a not green, green room
the emptiness of the sheets
covered the next day.
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Posted: Dec 2019
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