Posted by: Zigzapiens | October 4, 2013

rhyme free nostalgia

abysmally alone,

the night lingers,

as it grows.

covering the joy,

in starless mantle,

over a clear sky.

hand stretching to reach,

a gentle wind

never-coming past

comes and goes

for a sunless child.

Screen Shot 2013-10-04 at 15.08.08

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