Thursday, March 7, 2019

Luminescence

daggers drip from a purple sky
gracing the street side
I saw my reflection
happiness brightly lit
millions of tiny eyes
staring at me from the windows
a tirade of fireflies
shining with love
they whisper
you are not the shadow
you are the luminescence
you are the woman who cries decency
wrapped in a dream



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