Tuesday, January 07, 2020

β€œAt night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.β€πŸ’™β˜οΈβšͺ☁️

 















πŸ’™β˜οΈβšͺ☁️

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