Cover my irides from all light Let the people around fade slowly –smoke dissipating into peaceful darkness Cover my ears from coherent sounds –random noise losing its volume Let me lie down My lightless wings grow gently –serene brush strokes by a faceless painter …
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There comes winter
I follow the smoke unaware Its swirling path mirrors the mist of my thoughts … or not —I whisper when I catch my wanders Autumn is almost death There comes winter and the heavy blackness … or not —I hope for snow and solar storms frosted…