Beneath the Canvas of Night
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* .
. *
* . *
. I lie still
under an ocean
of ink—each breath
a whisper rising
into a velvet hush.
My eyes sail
on silver threads
stitched across
this dark tapestry.
stars murmur
their stories slow,
unfurling like soft
lanterns in the black.
I vanish
into wonder,
beneath
the
canvas
of
night.
Copyright © Evelyn Hew | Year Posted 2025
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