The moon casts a luminous light
over my skin.
The smoke dissipates from my cigarette
into the darkened sky.
My palms feel moist
from the grass below.
The sound of creatures surrounding me,
dances between my ears.
But all I can think about,
is the silhouette of the trees
against the cold sky.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
The moon casts a luminous light
over my skin.
The smoke dissipates from my cigarette
into the darkened sky.
My palms feel moist
from the grass below.
The sound of creatures surrounding me,
dances between my ears.
But all I can think about,
is the silhouette of the trees
against the cold sky.
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