Leaving dinner lights behind
traveling September's rain
the stone of time rewinds.
Orphan lilac petal
just cigarette ends
crawl your open sea.
Why branches wake me
our Holy Lord's Fountain
departing summer night.
Nations fall below
swollen floorboards
down 18th Century walls
true desire's color
corridor and space.
delicate! and that second verse is beauty. i can really get into this post-dinner world.
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