Days


Across the night of ambience day
A lunar sound of monophonic mind’s whistling
Heart wrinkles like dried strawberries
Crush, crush, dry already

Another day in lunar ray
Dark sky sends me no way to the milky way
Sit by the window, light and yellow
A world is out there, I never know
Days have become a simple restlessness

-Novia-

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