Night…a poem

the
night
is
pressing
against
my
window
asking
me
to
come
out
and
play
to
dance
and
twirl
in
the
street
to
give
in
to
its
dark
wings
and
smokey
promises

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4 Responses to Night…a poem

  1. Heartafire says:

    Delightful! You are a fine poetess<3

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