Rapture

My evening shines in memory..
The night had been
Spontaneous...
As the song of a bird

Gingerly touching
Left my skin feeling...
As if a soft-winged moth
Had fluttered against it..

As I breathe in..
The morning air of heaven..
As I exhale..
Yestereve
Rapture...
Assaults my mind

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