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If I were to see the night sky painted
A spray of energy white slicing the night
The silence that distance forgets to bring
A symphony of crickets and faraway cars
I would breathe that sky like a memory
Cold against the inside of my nose
A spray of energy white slicing the night
The silence that distance forgets to bring
A symphony of crickets and faraway cars
I would breathe that sky like a memory
Cold against the inside of my nose
2 comments:
Beautiful post.
breathe the sky like a memory.... one beautiful line among many. echoing Mr. C... beautiful post.
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