I pine for,
*crescent moons
and star-peppered skies.*
I notice and hear,
*swaying silhouettes
and whistling night breezes.*
I anticipate,
*the expiring hours
and dew-scented earth.*
I only exist in,
*extended silences
and shattered lenses.*
.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
I pine for,
*crescent moons
and star-peppered skies.*
I notice and hear,
*swaying silhouettes
and whistling night breezes.*
I anticipate,
*the expiring hours
and dew-scented earth.*
I only exist in,
*extended silences
and shattered lenses.*
.
