Heaven sinks from time to time,
only when necessary, as thick as rue
draping moist lace all around
mountains, hills and the sea
even the cracks of memory.
It lures even the sleepiest of corners
out of their beds,
out into the wide world
even if for a day...
To imagine where they'd go
when there's nothing
to beckon their muse.
blackpearl
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