Curtains

I have twisted and turned in these dark nights
with the shadowy smoke compounding inside me

I know these nights well
I know to do better than just survive them

The night has been my beautiful companion
such a solace and a sanctuary where my darkest and highest thoughts have
flourished and fought
but the dawn arrived long ago






Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2013-02-13 at 14:10

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