When I close my eyes I don’t see darkness

My eyes don’t blindly meet moist pink blankets,
They roll back in their sockets
To feast on a dream,
Which sometimes can be tasty

In that murmuring silence
Where sleeping dogs lie,
Shy shadows shiver within shared shrouds


A flock of mute blackbirds hang suspended on the dawn
Leaving a trail of reverie,
Of minuet pianissimos,
Strung between feather yawns


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  1. jj

    cool photos! i need to update more. well if i have anything i will as soon as i do. hmm 😀

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