Dream
Now you are silence
Wild your horses
remove the bridle
and see
eternity will be born out of you
you would know
time is a slaughtering knife
fight this enemy with a scythe
silence the storms
the lightning nights
Come to me
my queen
I am the inmate of your secrets
The words are yet to come.
Copyright © Shoshana Vegh | Year Posted 2023
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