Rhapsody on a Summer Night
Cracks. Open, like red orchid mouths: old wounds bloom
in the boiling pool of night.
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2 comments:
when the night is boiling, it is time to blossom, it is time to live, it is time to love
blossom is one of my favorite words in the english language .. it actually rustles when you say it loud !
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