Mar 2017
She loosens on tiptoe
the latch of her window,
slides upward the sash
and the shine of the moon
pours over the sill,
like it's rushing downhill
like a silver stream,
flooding her room.
the latch of her window,
slides upward the sash
and the shine of the moon
pours over the sill,
like it's rushing downhill
like a silver stream,
flooding her room.
