étude #6

The frozen shadows
were slowly melting
like an oozing black wax.

so were the tentacles
of the dead octopus.

till the shadow completely melted
into the darkness.

and the darkness was only pretending
to be the night.

I am lying on the bed
wearing the boots and coat
on my leaden limbs

thinking about that night
when we stood on the hill
under the hole in the sky
watching Pleiades shine.

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