Saturday

 

the evening swallows 

           her fears 

takes the darkness away

as the moon rises 

her soul touches

secrets the stars hide

  when the winter

snow falls she 

     knows the Angels 

will come home


with velvet 

     grey clouds 

the flowers grow through

    seven years

    with his quaint 

touch only the 

crescent

     m o o n 

could feel


 

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