my voice...
the clap
of a broken twig,
in the darkest hour of the night...
low resonance
breaks the doors
of your dream.
…you let me in.
we walk hand in hand,
from room to room,
until exhausted.
the soft cloud of sleep
binds us together….
the wings of eternity
touch our absence briefly,
when a flaming bird
touch our absence briefly,
when a flaming bird
flies over the barren landscape.
the clap of a broken twig
low resonance...
brief moment...
your voice…
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