Genre: death
the bluest cloud
by Vivien Lin
you came and woke me early today
blue traces in your hair
said the wind had smelt just like the sun
said I could find you there
your sunbeam hands tipped them forward the
driftwood of your conscience
ruckled midnight words of the absurd
borderline of nonsense
you are and will be the greatest thing
I lend my night sky to
all my moonlit sighs of dawn’s first light
they all belong to you
you are enthralled by refulgent flames
planets away from me
laughing the records of ’94
your voice above the keys
glass misted with the breath of a boy
a whisper from the breeze
the parts of me that fail to reach you
meander in the sea
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