Writings by Jo Champlin
Monday, September 5, 2011
Window of darkness
Watch for the night is to fall so softly over the moon shadow. Misty eyed and salted breeze blows through the willows tunneled by time. Window of space drops dew, the grass so sweetly smelling, seeing hours before time is void no one sees a shadow.
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