Poetry | Prose

YOU ARE


YOU ARE

The air that blows my mind.

The dust that stick to my skin.

The sun that lights up my day.

The star that I’m counting on.

The moon that bringing my night into something.

The sky that carrying the clouds round on my thoughts.

The rain that shower me desires.

The thunder that shake me down to illusion.

The lightning that strike me lively to hell.

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