Shadows Bath underneath my eyes As I rise To stand in the moon Gloom Undresses to the tune Of the Dark One Far above Yet, in these starry nights alone I still roam Nothing below But the crumbling earth I spot a weeping ballerina Billowy hair wrench back in a bun Bending down to pluck rose That withers towards the False Sun I shake myself awake Continue my journey No hurry but the quivering silence That lingers loudly in the sky I open these shaded eyes Drink from the past I lay myself amongst the grass Willing myself to drink no more I look to the glass of milk Above And tell myself To forget her.Birth sign: Leo
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