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  • Writer's pictureYongle Voynich

Empty Places

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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