The night is silent and thick
with steaming fog draping the trees,
enveloping the ghostly deer
and muting the midnight owl.
I can barely hear
the creaking porch floorboards
under the rocking chair.
A book in my lap,
my hands together,
I can feel myself slowly dozing off
as the blue velvet clouds
blanket the sky.













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J'ai pensé que j'avais perdu ma mémoire mais je me rappelle tout
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Fear is the darkroom where negatives are developed.
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~lost-souls ~poetic-forms *france *francophones
Thank you!
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~lost-souls ~poetic-forms *france *francophones
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Fear is the darkroom where negatives are developed.
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