I hide his madness in my words
with no authority.
Our souls are one, as wingless birds,
we stream eternally.
He hides my truth in his deep well
for none at all to seek.
Our milky pearl, trapped in its shell,
a treasure trove to peek.
They are black cat moments–when at night, the full moon is lit white, and the sea is at its darkest run. blackcatwords.com
I hide his madness in my words
with no authority.
Our souls are one, as wingless birds,
we stream eternally.
He hides my truth in his deep well
for none at all to seek.
Our milky pearl, trapped in its shell,
a treasure trove to peek.
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