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Tag: poetry
C: Curled
The lazy finger of dawn curls my hair and brushes against my face and I am back on a fog ridden road from long ago….when you walked on ahead leaving my hand still curled around yours clutching to the warmth of your fingers. Your footsteps faded and became still your voice spoke only in…
B: Black
Black is my colour black is my night black is the ink with which I write words that keep you near words that keep you alive black is the grief I cling to black is my white.
A: alchemy
at night, uncontrolled your fingers close over mine darkness turns to gold. #haiku