In the Alleyway

Smoke melts in the wall
and drags with the moon,
Following empty breaths
as they starve and fade.

Songs sleep with the birds
through a silent cold.

Trembling fingers search
a face that wrinkles with
the sky as it is swallowed
by passing time, time, time.

Songs sleep with the birds
through a silent cold.

Tired stars hide in Spring
behind the mourning grey,
And weep in their solitude,
Unseen. Like future.

Songs sleep with the birds
through a silent cold.

Smoke melts in the wall
and drags with the moon,
Following empty breaths
as they starve and fade.

wrinkles

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