Dropping drops.
The rush now stops.
The fuss cools down.
Stalks forth the dawn.
My hands lie dead.
My eyes dissolved
In heights. The red
Slow gets involved
In Heavens dark.
Pale stars decline.
Sun's beams embark,
Escorting Shine.
So stalks the Love
In my dark deep.
So eye above
I day's cape steep.
To the Love and his bright Beam -
Deanna, or dear dear Jing Jing.
5.29.2023.
The dawn. Jing Jing
© Copyright: Михаил Фризен, 2023
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