Returns to view with blinding color
Her corona of amber waves.
I squint to glimpse her smile there
from many miles away.
But the night-shift lights
Are not quite so bright.
So through the air
Eyes ache for something out there.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Returns to view with blinding color
Her corona of amber waves.
I squint to glimpse her smile there
from many miles away.
But the night-shift lights
Are not quite so bright.
So through the air
Eyes ache for something out there.
Couldn't keep a rhyme scheme. Heart was spurting onto this page.