we filled our pockets with dry leaves,
made leafy pillows and lay down
beneath the cinnamon tree.
we staired up at the sun with our eyes closed
and saw the dust in the air turn into fireflies.
we lay with the day.
the wind snuck into the cracks of our sleeves,
and played songs in our ears.
I used to watch you sleeping...
riceboy sleeps
"In the depths of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." Albert Camus
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