waiting in the dark
today, the smoldering sun contoured its eyelids
with some blue-golden rays and smoky clouds,
while its lips have been tattooed in a dusty pink
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today, an aqueduct of moods and experiences
have recognized me while I've sown questions,
(not many/not little), but enough for it, to smile
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today, with the pen of silence, I drew butterflies
with my hopes in its iris and a paralyzing wheeze,
stirring effervescent chills inside a soul's pores
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today, perhaps, I'll try to export my day's oddities
through a wavering kiss to one waiting in the dark
with its dusty pink lips bathed in blue-golden rays