24 october 2022
Pride Fall
The yellow rose
looks like having the same
genome as that of you.
Bending like a stem
of weeping willow.
I will leave
before dawn, when the Venus
prepares to become
Joan of Arc.
The fog sits in
your eyes. A blue veil
covers the contours of
flickering tears.
At the window
the moon waits for
final call of sun to leave
the dominion of light.
A bulge wants to leave
the shadows of broken walls.
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