The Language Asleep in the Edge of Dusk β POEM ππ Anna Keiko
Behind the sleeping language,
You left your voice in the scorching sun,
Like a secret written on the back of the wind,
And the sky never had time to read it.
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Behind the sleeping language,
You left your voice in the scorching sun,
Like a secret written on the back of the wind,
And the sky never had time to read it.