beautiful
In the Twilight of Night When my mind is dark Like a tightly shuttered house, I strain to hear my voice. And find One light in the attic throwing shadows behind a decade of cobwebs casting the minutest of reflections, a microcosom of life mirrored in dust and walled up wishes, just waiting in the rafters of my old house like soft breasted bats hanging upside down, and fast asleep, before soaring into unbidden flight. |
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