The aurum of just after day
Sincere and so serene
Golden sets of mannequins, they’re reaching for the sea
The plastic wishes fragile yet extreme
Washes away in our sleeping sunsets
I guess
No let’s —
Find our ever-after
Bathed in moonlit matter
Neon lights and laughter
Drunken stupor or dragging dancer
Just questions with no answers
Knowing that tomorrow is another day
Lie here in a dream
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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