Fading

Our love faded

In an autumn-dyed lamp

Under empty skies

Where golden boats of dreams fled in the horizon

In fields where a vagrant love walks in a tear-stained shawl

With every step a bluebell falls from a rosy palm

And I ask why love fell deep in the soil of your soil and yet like my inner child falls and rises night past night, day and day, water, blood

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