Written by Shayla D. Smith
Seven day rest
Taken with Water
Be my Night Sky,
My Stars, My Full Moon.
Smelling the other rose.
Taping it dried on my Wall,
And calling it Freedom.
Cheap trade for
A Starlit Night
Is this burning cocoon,
But tonight here I feel
You in my room.
Close to you I go,
Sweet sky,
Sweet rose,
Sweet stars,
Where're you go,
You are not far,
You seem to be Here.
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