the following poem went through a few drafts. it may go through a few more. ^_^
is it safe? can i open my eyes?
is it safe? can i open my eyes?
the soft glow of the moon—she lies asleep across the room
should i look, uninvited as i am?
my eyes darken...
darken...
i dream
life takes root where darkness reigned
has it been hours, or just minutes?
darken...
i dream
life takes root where darkness reigned
has it been hours, or just minutes?
her face is the morning sun
asleep, still, retaining all her lunar beauty
yet now filled with a playful vitality
maybe i can look
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