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