Of three peonies and one coffee
Embraced the fresh air
Of two morning windows
And one evanescing V
Of fifteen geese
Noting one
Adult
Male
Full of sorrow
That of an orphaned child
Sleeping alone
In a large house overflowing with people
Hugging
The icy chill of his once homeless nights
One van
Sharing the honeyed pastry
With the driver and his son
Pausing the time
Of two crossroads
Joined by one
Giant father
On his way to school
Holding the hand
Of his elfie daughter
Gingerly
With pride
Followed
By seven ravens
Of satin feathers
Ravenously ripping
The leftover corpses
Of the idea
Of once Great Britain
Passed by one
“guy”
Roughly the age of the crown and ‘heart
With two shoes
Large enough
To fit his soul twice
And also my inappropriate wonder
Despite the one
Constant migraine
Refusing to let go
Knocking
With a force
On the door
Of one impatient
Coach
Blocking
One pelican
Crossing
Resulting in my first words of that day
To myself
“What an Rsall”
To him
“What are you doin’?! It’s RED!!!”
Eye bellowed
Just like an insane poster up above
Claiming
“In the age of light darkness arises”
Screaming
FAKE
For the light
Had its way
To touch
Even the Nite
Pulling her gaze
Off the ground
Anchoring her
In nothing
But
The gloomy clouds
For some
For her
Behind a tattered web of dark threads
Dusted
With myriads of shimmering stars
Melting the skies
Into honey drops
Caressing
The delicate green babies
Of one ancient pine
Bathing
In a heart
Of one twilight
Being the breathtaking background
For the silver lining
Of two wings
Singing
The graceful silhouette
Of one seagull
Into the existence
Painting the veils of apricots
Onto the powder
Blue canvas
Printing the embarrassed letters
Of one blushing maple
To hundreds
Of mosquitoes
“Leaf
Leaf!
Leaf!!!”
That’s when she realised
The stabbing pain to be completely gone
Feeling
Nothing
But that indescribable non-touch
Of her long lost friend
Feeling its presence
Dancing all around her
Insisting
On something
She intimately knew
Years ago
“Em”
Unable to tame
A soft smile out of the blue
She remembered
“…first you slow down your steps
Breath
Hearing
Sight
Will follow
That’s how you meet the silence”
In a rustle
Of one tangelo fox
Tiptoeing ‘round
Not noticing her
Being preoccupied
With proudly carrying
its Sainsbury shopping bag
The same sound echoed
In the wings
Of two raven thieves
Stealing carmine rich cherries
From one
Summer
“already??”
Her sudden tear whispered
Mirroring her Dad
Asking
The true reason WHY
the flowers had to close their eyes
to see
True nite
Eye of the Darkness 
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