Life In WoundsA Poem by Chase
Each morning brings the sky to bruise,
with blacks and blues of many hues. The moon begins to fade away and as its ghost-- a dawning day. Someone cauterized the sky, so beautifully with iron dye. The cycle starts over anew with sparkling life of day new dew. © 2016 Chase |
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Added on June 22, 2016 Last Updated on June 22, 2016 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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