Athirst
Athirst I said to the day: you know my secrets, you’ve seen the abyss where I make turquoise out of my daydreams, you’re acquainted with my laughter and the pain in my legs. I know none of your secrets , said the day. I hide in the clouds whenever you weep and visit night when your desolate ghost needs to rest. poor scared shadow, anxious to sleep on the summit of a drunk tree in bloom.