I write in long folds of night
Words that you will not read
Etched into shadowlines of early morning
Touched only by flickering tongues of candle light
What couldn’t wait
Until after sleep’s stolen hours?
What could not wait…
~
August 2015
I write in long folds of night
Words that you will not read
Etched into shadowlines of early morning
Touched only by flickering tongues of candle light
What couldn’t wait
Until after sleep’s stolen hours?
What could not wait…
~
August 2015
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Amazing photos. I love it.
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thank you 🙂 the photograph I took one evening of a full “super moon” while Venus was in transit.
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