Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Stolen

The world tilts
And tilts back
The winter shift is on
And the thief steals my sun
Leaving cold in her wake 
Casting a large shadow
As she leaves the flower behind
I'm left to dream
About warmth's return 
A shiver
A shudder
Then black
Tears can water 
My roots

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