Words upon words.
Run into a black, black
abyss.
Thoughts escape
through the treeless woods.
Wandering,wandering.
What is next?
Red walls
of enclosed eyelids.
Mine, mine.
Air forever young
forever wising
my breathes, my mind.
Sacred whispers
from a small wooden box.
Open it.
Delightful sorrows
enclosing the blue.
What is next?
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I love the use of "wising" in this! Brilliant. This one is so delicate and mysterious. Love it.
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