I tremble
At the touch
Of marble
Thoughts
In night times
Push.
Hazy dream
Or falling
Star
I often
Wonder
Near or far.
In twilight
A blinking eye
Sunsets kiss
A closing sky
I tremble
At the touch.
Upon dawns breath
A thoughtful sigh
The cloudy
Awakening eye
I often wonder
Near or far
I tremble
At the touch.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
A great metaphor the closing of the eye and night and its opening at dawn. Very nice word usage as well
appreciated, thanks
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