Monday, September 30, 2013

Just a tiny sliver of silver 
in the delicately embroidered blue black cloth.
Talks with the mullien in the garden,
the tomatoes quietly listen,
the little spider crochets as the stars giggle.
A tiny moon, seems so light
Having poured out most of what it had
Almost empty, it hangs.

Some music to give the night company

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