On Fridays I look at the sky
waiting to see a star
fleeting
let the night cut
in two
in this remote world,
like an apple,
and let the pieces fall
and let's fall
of this darkness
slow
how the sparks fall from the fire
consumed
to the blackness.
I look at my own darkness on Fridays
falling down
consumed
like the sparks of the fire.
Remote world
By espacioreal | Great Posts And Articles By Great Authors | 20 Oct 2023
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