Empty Places
- Yongle Voynich
- Aug 30, 2024
- 1 min read
Shivering, in silent spaces:
Subliminal sky, the open
Smile of simmering sun.
Ebb of birds, their lilting song’s
Caress guiles me, dear.
Swaddle my ears in cotton,
Candy notes swell to high noon:
Warm, on my eyelids, and croon.
Lingering, in empty places.
Relief finds me, here.
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