lauantai 22. kesäkuuta 2024

BEFORE THE NIGHT SWEEPS THE LAND

My mind is tender, it could do
with a long caress, like the pink
fingers of sunset gently stroke
the trees falling into shadows,

but the aching in my loins
yearns for something more,
a brief flash of light before
the night sweeps the land.

22.06.2024


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