The day lay in
a pale stupor
like a little boy
pale with the plague
but the dusk
...stepped in
donning
vermilion dreams
night followed,
with a hookah full of
thoughts
and I lay down on the
velvet sky,picking little
stars
smoking away into
the abstract sky
only to come out of
the other end of
oblivion.
image credit:Nini terves Lapuz(http://niniteveslapuz.com)
