Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Panic.

Can you be the shelter 
In my storms - 
Calmly sitting patiently 

I ask you 
Does the crow keep you warm 
Night shifts into a melody 
You hummm secretly 

And I begin to fade into the darkness 
How do I keep your light 

She wondered 


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