Lana T.

Australia

Childish Rose

Before today,
The warmest voice gave.
This peal crescent adored you,
Shared the light through your name.

Before I woke,
A few times ago,
My frame had flight,
Moments had soul.

Before the night had fallen into the sea,
And the crickets curtains closed,
I imbued Juliet; a fantasy; a taste of childish rose.

Time took its own,
But birds do wake.
Tomorrow isn't then
And neither is today
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