My Hunger
Night steals softly resting it’s cheek comfortably along the horizon Moist leaves blow fusing against damp woods The brash wind cries when there is no light Your name escapes my lips a breathless whisper I unravel like an old sweater
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Laurie_B
I have been writing poetry and fiction for several years now. It is truely one of my great pleasures in life to create beauty with words.
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