Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Dylan's Mode
Saying nothing, our eyes betray
Simple truths of separation
Subterranean promises
And long nights in the city
Moonlight falls in easy waves
Cold and close and calm
Kiss the sky, she softly said
And set to earth your weary head
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