July 31, 2017
The ripening moon
Hangs above my window
And beckons me
To keep my eyelids raised
An hour longer
She had seduced me
This way before
With promises
In the midnight hour
But this is how
I lost touch
With reality
And the sun
Still, I wonder,
Does she tempt you too?
Nightfall

Beautiful
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