Dark nights filled with chilly air
A shadow under a roof
Smoke coating pink walls black
The smell clings to the air
Jumping in the shower
Cold water hits the floor
Sitting by the door
Watching the pavement reflect moonshine
The faint sound of a car in the distance
I always had a hard time during these dark nights
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Author:
Mr. Not (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2022 09:12
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
There was a jump there from the shower to the front door. Hope no one stumbled in the dark. Quite resonant and heart plucking poem.
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