Lullabies

You sing songs like masteress.

My head on the pillow:

Yours head lying on my chest lightly.

Soft fingers stroking through your pillow too:

The hirsute.

Raindrops, I heard of them on the soil:

Dust was expunged from the soils.

I forgot of creation.

You were the only creation.

You lulled me to sleep.

You dug deep into the crusts of the earth.

It is there that you laid my troubles.

It is in the morning that I can see damp soils

My dreams have been brimmed with phantoms,

Last night, I haven’t even dreamt.

I bow for your lullabies.

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