Friday, 6 September 2019

Childhood Painted with Dreams

The night sky looks
like my childhood,
like it was painted with my dreams.

So beautiful,
It's like Van Gogh's sky is singing tonight,
a love song.

The finest dance by molecules,
between a flagellating tongue
and a quaking ear drum.

A love song, the finest tune
played by life on the strings
of the universe.


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