Hardened earth
With just the right inscription
No pulse and no interest
In what happens with time
Or the world.
Just the job of declaring morning
Of softening burnt earth
just the wish for contact
Smoke, lips levitating on the rim
Soft earth cold spoon
Milk sugar soft breeze
A rainbow - colors weighed so carefully
the dark cupboard
the mugs prayer my prayer
"Come back, what does it cost you?"
With just the right inscription
No pulse and no interest
In what happens with time
Or the world.
Just the job of declaring morning
Of softening burnt earth
just the wish for contact
Smoke, lips levitating on the rim
Soft earth cold spoon
Milk sugar soft breeze
A rainbow - colors weighed so carefully
the dark cupboard
the mugs prayer my prayer
"Come back, what does it cost you?"
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