Silence at Midnight
A storm rumbles in your bedroom.
The rain hits, then lightning, lightning
and time explosions from behind your chest.
After that everything subsided.
The season settles on the window pane.
Live twigs and dried leaves
strewn on the bed. Silence.
It was midnight. You cry.
But the bed listens to your voice as a song.
very beautiful. one vote for reysa
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