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.