Poetry | Prose

Coming within


The blood that runs

Pulp my head

Disturb my heart

 

The water that showers

Spin my head

Soak my heart

 

The sunlight reflect

Window’s open

Shadow’s black

 

Soul is rapid

Coming within

The heart of pure

Smiles at me

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