Lights and Raspberries

Poem

While I sleep
in a world
of lights and raspberries
you come closer and I write
words of heart

the lights:
blue, then red
and yellow
kissing continuously
play with the weather
on the street

I do not wake up, ever.

With a charm
the world stops,
with the magic
you create time.

who is honest,
who is loyal,
who is true?

love,
eternally love.

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photograph by Sander Smeekes

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