The skins of earth

/ Rugby Lion

In the north
the plain extends.
Stretching beyond
an avalanche
of insomnia,
and unrequited love.
And if my lover,
fails to wake me
with a kiss, and again.
I catch the suns
last goodbye,
and the rivers
thoughts for the day

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