Personal Prose Pt.7

In the restful darkness, the inbetween. The soft London glow creeps through a crack in the blind. From across the room, it looks at me Beckoning me to consider That looming pale rectangle And the distant pealing of church bells. Heard only by those inbetween And the quick mice that scurry from platform to doorstep.... Continue Reading →

And Now I Think of You

A frost thaws in my skin, And snowflakes settle in my hair. When I close my eyes, A spark grows in my chest, And now I think of you. Falling petals tickle my skin, And a bright blue sky shines on my hair. When I close my eyes, Your hand is in mine And of... Continue Reading →

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