Reflections

In many days,

Reflections, cold.

I don’t see the shadows, the tinge of orange

Bright sunlight

 

I have slept in fields,

Departed and interwoven, this spiders web

I see mask and smiles

Too deep to know, the higher knowledge

 

In lace and petticoats, ribbed bones to my skin

The clocks tick, silently.

Remember, kindness

In a whisper the dawn might disappear

 

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