May 16, 2025
More in sinnaminsun: 2009 Poems N
Day won't grant me tonight, Pelting its presence Burns with delight.
Shadows won't cast me a line... Back-stepping blackness Paling from sight.
Hours hang-on the vine.... Swaying the seconds a minute each time.
How I need to fade lingering light, How I need the night tonight.
sinnaminsun 2009
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