The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
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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