This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders
carry the stiff and tenacious carelessly
like rucksacks on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
my shoulders
carry the stiff and tenacious carelessly
like rucksacks on this long ascent
this endless climbing
to catch
up with the sun.
Unclogging my mind...
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