simple words
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” ― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
Friday, October 14, 2016
night poem
When shadows fall, the cool winds rise.
All sounds whisper, except the crickets near.
Shades of grey fade away to my black eyes...
That's when you come back to me.
That's when you appear.
Alive again in my dreams.
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