b-RUT.

by veepho

The light, a dome,
with desired beach comb,
finds comfort, no rush,
has shelter, no home.

The treble and bass,
scales and chase,
provide sound home,
for her to face.

Goodnight, good morning,
this pattern, a warning,
in eyes: the mase,
change-movement adorning.

xx

-V

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