• amsterdam 6w

    a thought
    runs its thumb
    on the spine
    of a surreal moment,
    curling its fingers
    around a cup of light,
    gulping the sun
    one sip at a time,
    how time subdues pain
    when it talks in high pitch,
    for undivided attention
    in the absence
    of silence

    standing still
    under the storm's eyelids,
    a raindrop blinks twice
    to let the sky know
    that better days
    aren't a myth

    and when the ground
    is dressed
    in autumn leaves,
    leaving sepia memories in trees
    in a dream,
    everyone becomes a poet.

    #end #wod

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