Friday 5 January 2018

PUERILE



The night falls softly
Quietly
Into a tender dawn
But I’m still lost, far
Somewhere
Within the darkened sky
Waiting desperately
To wish upon a falling star
My heart glistens anew
With lingering drops
Of dew
Turned to frost
Why do I still believe
In the healing warmth
Of an amber kiss
In a dream that was
In a winter, never paused!

MS




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