Night Light
Does the night make you wake up
Is the sleep enough to survive
The insomnia of final actions
Crossing the minds of intention
Deeper than the following birds
Close to the unbearable roses
Positions of discomforting joy
Wings held down by the winds
Frowns of the surprised children
Desperation view from high above
Walking glow while undiscovered
Words harder than silent whispers
New opportunities flowing down
Meeting the unexpected measures
Drops of the forbidden nectar
Tasting like the golden flood
No other than the one to see
Nothing will be there to speak
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P. Heemstra
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