sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Pre Dawn
Gentle, birds chirping
Morning dawns my mind stirs
Into scent, green tea
Distance, ocean
Scent of skin on her neck
Lingers, all mine
Contralto singing
Song of recent life echoes
Like tea, all smiles
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