Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Wayward Nights


Wayward nights stretch their gory limbs
To touch a face, worn with deep thoughts
Alone, in a lonesome dynasty
Whereupon nights stretch to a thousand infinities
Unfazed by sleeping pills, and perhaps opium
Searching, seeking a familiar face
In every stranger that smiles better than the setting sun
Drowning the world with certainties, and dreams

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