Fragments of fate

All around me a sky’s teeth,
inside, a short-lived dream.
Rotting away
from morning to evening.
No rest from these
desolate moors,
and nothing with green grass.
When I close my eyes,
a standstill afternoon.
A place in which to talk with you,
and taste that first
hummingbird kiss.
To flourish the
grasses so dull.

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