How the night, milk
dreams
out of its large udder
I ever get satiated, cocooned
inside its silvery nest
and play my beaks
Upon a simple story
with a little smile
Spreading a cozy look
I live
Not by larger extant
of dark nights
But
Essence of its bloom, that
Play softest
to my petal eyes, and
take joy
Blinking every story to my dreams
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