the sanctity of night #poetry

your hands toll church bells in the sky

the earth becomes a watery altar

night birds chant gently like a choir

my burning body is the only candle

which flames into the scented darkness

 

deep in the sanctity of night

i kneel in front of love

and tenderly

I murmur prayers.

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