Resuscitated Dreams

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Sun longed

For a cloudy firmament

To smear the horizon

With a crimson sunset.

The hours that breathed

Charred the day soon

As the ash faded into the dusk.

The day ends engulfed by darkness

Breathing lives into

The nostrils of the dreams. 


Linto


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