2 am, the dandelion is still.
Quiet whispers becoming nil.
2 am, when drunks stagger home.
Loneliness becomes a foe.
2 am, the water is still.
Dreams fade to nothing.
Fears become real.
🖤💛♥️ I respect and acknowledge the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation as the First Peoples and Traditional Custodians of the land where I live. I pay my respect to their Elders, past, present and emerging. #AlwaysWasAlwaysWillBe Through learning about your songlines, I found my own. 🖤💛♥️
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