Watershed MomentA Poem by CrowleyAhaaaaa!!!!Twilight was a baby then, bald and blue Not as deep as it is today, but still fanciful Built from blossom pigments, purple and black and wild Fifteen night gulls quickly hung stars in jest, nightly It was spiritous then, unmanufactured, salt You said a crevice was a crevice, a mountain tortured I sighed and spoke of moon and a monsters heart Baby doll I sang, baby doll You never wept and I knew Twilight would be mine alone © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on July 19, 2018 Last Updated on July 19, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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