Friday, November 18, 2016

Red Cone(LF)#290-false hope

false hope

the night creeps in
slowly the head descends
onto the soft pillow
slumber lets in words
sublime poetry
kept safe in the memory cupboard
the night is consumed
with words to be written when awake
but they take flight
with the coming dawn
maybe the poetry was pure fantasy

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