when the crickets hasitate

of sea-scent
a soft sand
and the moon sinks
into the depths
of my hidden veins
If you see metaphors
to bloom like
a path into the mirror’s reflection
is my drops of blood
that crafts shining leaves
blossomed at night
when I close my eyes
as the wind blows away my mind

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