Pink moon

Full moon casts

no shadow, pulls


water from our cells

leaving only madness.


No shadow on

a purple lawn


tulips eerie white

in the lamp light


night memory

haunts me.


Room sweats

blossom’s orange bloom


Mediterranean tresses.

Fingers of the East


pull me towards

another dawn


rocked in Earth’s


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