December 18, 2011
#14 Distance and its spread
In ashes and stardust they found my flute,
I thought I caught your eye.
Ghostwinds, you know the tune,
of every sharp and flat I choose, just
feathers above your spine. Soaked in
spotlight, every note belongs to you.
Waves at my feet, I find myself in small rooms
of silence as our distance spreads like
rumour into thousand ears and milestones.
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