Apt.50 by DIANA DUPU

At night when the apartment fills

With the hush of the nearby forest

And you whisper beautiful words

I wonder

 

Can the iridescent dust that clings

To a bird’s wings

Stay for long?

 

To love another

Is to choose your killer

To be a speck on a feather

Is to live from gust to gust

 

At night when the apartment fills

With the hush of the nearby forest

And you whisper beautiful words

I lay beside you soft as a clam

And dream

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Diana Dupu is the editor of The Gerês Voyager and a member of the Erasmus Student Network press team. Her works were featured in Word-O-Mat, Thought Catalog Europe and Big Birds Collective. She never learned to dance but has kept at it regardless. Same goes for her writing.

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