DARK NIGHT GARDEN
In the dark night garden.
My throat scratched
by the ice light of stars.
.
Owls soothe the blackness
As best they can.
.
The drip drip of water
Is the passing of eternal time.
—
April 4, 2021 by simonhlilly
DARK NIGHT GARDEN
In the dark night garden.
My throat scratched
by the ice light of stars.
.
Owls soothe the blackness
As best they can.
.
The drip drip of water
Is the passing of eternal time.
—
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