The passage
Of the morning
Gave way and
Sang odes to the
Moon that it may
Show her beauty
Radiate on the fading
Atmosphere and join
Stars who have written
Themselves in Braille
That a blind man could
Reach out and narrate
Stories no man has yet heard
She goes go back to wintry November
To realize the relish she had set free
The breeze has retreated farther
Underneath quilts of deep gray,
Mr. Sun has slipped to slumber
Closing the eyes of the world
The fields are the fades seas
Syllable by syllable, weans
Trusting the eternal gaze
Monochromatic words
Lungs escaped from
A caper’s goodbye;
Give her a name

(collab by
puppetpassenger | remusaloy and
artreture)

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