Sunday, August 16, 2015

Shadows--Black Series

Cold Dark Hands
Under the cover
Of darkness
Think not
To warm themselves
To simply wait.

For My Arrival
You say
Makes the sting
Of loneliness
A pleasant thing
A moment cherished.

To Rest Your Soul
In mine
To breath the air
Of the living
Is to bring 
To shadows
In the dark.

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