Wednesday, April 06, 2016

- NaPoWriMo # 13

One night I told you 
whoever doesn’t keep a secret
will never have pity.
It was raining, but you opened the window.
The storm was blue in the forest.
The red stain coming from the roses
spread throughout the gardens
and the world was the creation of another generation
like the time we were in an abandoned house
lighting an old fire.

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