Tuesday, December 6, 2022

Dark nights

Yet another glorious sunrise
steals my dark nights from me
And who will the moon talk to 
If these clouds beckon for my days
Always almost touching bliss
as the sun carries you away
You are every shade of night
and I want to swim in your darkness 


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