still
sun crouches
for what passes for time these days
for what passes away
for all the stars that stalk you
still waiting for you to pass by my window again
she whispers a name in her heart
still....
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3 comments:
And I love this, too. Spare, and beautiful.
thanks again,
recently I am finding myself taking much much longer to write much much shorter pieces somehow.
Just a stage perhaps? I think that there is something to be said for keeping things short, sweet and simple though...
It must take way longer to convey the same amount (or more) in a shorter piece.
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