sleep well, dear cityA Poem by CalliopeText on glowing white cannot convey the simple thrill of terror dashing down the spine Of a well-worn novel, caked with dust Breathe, and know that you are. Sleep well till sunrise, when paper-thin arms fail to steady your gaze and the carefully constructed house of cards is blown away, An aftermath after all. The moon is blind and we blinded it. The stars are silent, but we speak for them. Take wing and under cotton sheets, may you find the warm, slender embrace Of a goodnight. © 2015 Calliope |
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Added on March 6, 2015 Last Updated on March 6, 2015 AuthorCalliopeMelbourne, FLAboutYour name is Eve, and you are entirely too human. Or is it the other way around? You're not sure. more..Writing
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