11.26.2020

my soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces

Oh let me be alone, far from eyes and faces, 
                Let me be alone, a while, even from you; 
My soul is like a desert, sick of light-filled spaces, 
                The urge of useless winds, the sky of pitiless blue; 
Let me be alone, a while, in twilit places, 
Waiting the merciful night, the stately stars and the dew. 

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