This night has fallen so must I into the sleep so dear only the the singing birds slinging their melodies hear the last dying crickets in the gray glow of the first hint of the sunrisen day.
Catlike and furtive, creeping toward the last of this or that odd prey, these words unwind till the thread runs out.
All heart within but stark without.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
This night has fallen so must I into the sleep so dear only the the singing birds slinging their melodies hear the last dying crickets in the gray glow of the first hint of the sunrisen day.
Catlike and furtive, creeping toward the last of this or that odd prey, these words unwind till the thread runs out.
All heart within but stark without.
Goodnight, 2:30. You made my day.
