creating a night
* * *
he was trying to create a night
he was flipping stars into the heart of sky
the edge of the moon was hurting his hands
he was driving away a day with green blast
of hope
fighting against pink and blue
on the trot
and than he closed his eyes
steeped with tenderness of previous days
he set eyes on a close of his wandering
a magical and bright night which
didn’t know a dawn
he didn’t realize when the day raised
now I know how less we have in common
autor
Patusia
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