Fall

The blackboard
of the nights' sky
where the crystal
studded chalks
draw their regular lines
They say
this is
where the day
sink into
into
the empty bowels
of the night
The forlorn moon
spy over
insomniac heartaches
The day filled
to the brim
would pour
out its dreams
and some tears
And the night
would
fall
fall down
from the sky


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