Silent are the colours protruding
from the depths of me
like lavender fields finally in sprout
thoughts chanting loud
Quiet is night
peaceful and isolate
spinning walls within me
my melancholy
Seldom I close my eyes
fretting prey alert
autumn leaves rustling in my core
my ship is sinking far from shore
But the air at night is sweet
I fill my lungs to the brim
stars sprinkled in odd shapes
beauty draped across tired eyes
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