breathingwords
Monday, 16 May 2011
Night flow
Currents of cool night air
And rising warmth from cupped coco
Eddy against my cheek.
There, the moon reveals and hides its face
Behind dancer's threadbare silk clouds.
An owl's call reaches out,
Seeping into the deep silence.
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