spring at sunset

Julian Casablancas Monotone Croon

I fell asleep at sunset

it was the day of silence

and we did not speak all day

there were praises on lips

laughter creeping up

from the corners of candlelit smiles

we washed dishes like it was a baptism

and stayed up long into the day

planting seeds

and giving thanks

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