I love the pine boughs
At 4 am
When everything's wrong
But their blackness
Against the shaded
Deep navy blues
Of night
And that little hint of silvery light
Kissing the spaces
Between rooftops
Reminding me
To breathe deep
Look beyond
Swell the heart
Straining
Against something
So vast, so beautiful, so cold.
Contemporary poetry and fiction. Art. Photography. Reviews. My journey as an aspiring author. DIY and Indie all the way. Beauty and rebirth in the shadows.
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