Paradise lost

Paradise lost

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Your absence is filtering beneath my covers.

My head is full of timeless ancient dreams.

It is quiet and even the walls in my room look asleep.

Only the lost lullaby is drifting slowly above my bed.

Once there was warm silky summer but

Now deep in the dead of the night

The headless bodies are listening.

I look out of the dirty window

Shaped against the harsh world of reality.

The night behind is senseless and

Every shape in it is magical.

Photo from Juliette from London

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