I am restless tonight while shadows are obsessed with shape of the lamp.
The moon wears raven mask and comes into my room with glass of water.
She sits and reads the book while I bury my emptiness in a lacquered box.
Language arrives with new set of colours - wheat, rust and nest of bones.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 55 Words
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