Feeling is hard

The ceiling is hard part of night
Hollow with the snakes of wires,

Dangling from its false bottom.
A ceiling will turn so hard, so far

In a dark part of night I breathe.
My feeling is hard , so far away

But it is the sky of love growing
As love lightens green jealousy.

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