Monday, 30 March 2020

Midnight Blue

If the Midnight's hue is not blue, it bears out the nonexistence of you.

Bitterness dusted with sweets, are those two pairs of feet. They know so well, they are running in parallel. Leagued, as seen in one partly illusive angle. Because from different dimensions, at one point they meet. And tis when the Moon is full and the Midnight is very blue. Rare, never spare.

The Moon calls for a midnight, full of you.





Written in February 22, 2009
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