Thursday, 3 March 2011

A thought whispers

shadows falling
the evening enfolds
a thought whispers
gnarled hawthorn tree

within twisted branches
the moon restrained
face pale and poignant

moon slipped into darkness
stars wept silently
inside the mind

the otherworld
a freedom
in evening's silence

the whispering voice carried far and wide
enticement to sleep

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