Dusk and Night on the Purple-Flowered Bed
Tender waves leap from sunlight’s scorching gleam;
The valley’s throne begs night to come with steam.
Soul’s thoughts grow faint across the vast horizon’s beam;
Weary sunset falls, and heavy moon kisses its dream—
Comforting each other’s yearning, in light and shadow’s seam.
On beds with inlaid purple blooms, we’re bound
In mortal world’s gothic landscapes all around.
Pendulous thoughts like chandeliers stand their ground,
Never pierced by darkness as blur and density abound.
Death can’t be shaped in graves where rot is found—
All’s spoiled already; no light will ever rebound...🌘✨ 02062026 ©LanZhan
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