Holding the night

Hanging from the moon
Holding the night

My words come out in silver
They fall spilled
As they make soul puddles...

Where later I’ll place my eyes
Mirror of my feelings
Where my mind gets trapped...

Among blue colors
I sleep this tender peace.

Love solitude
Absence breezes

Quietness.

Sakkarah (Traducida por Dulce)

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