Black holes
spinning in bed
lurking in roads
ornamenting the sky
blossoming in hearts
Too long
Too deep
attach in flesh
infiltrate, like a whisper
a morning shiver
How long
this longing
of shining lights
will flourish in atonement?
Novia, 2014
Poetry Prairie 
This is fabulous, the first stanza is just exceptional.
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thank you so much Wuji, you’re too kind. i’m glad if you enjoy this piece 🙂
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