INSIDE VOICE

the gray of shadow

light bending,

fragments of words

like wrought iron

angel wings

kneeling within

a drizzle of mist

surrounding trees

shed of leaves,

desperate against

seasons strength,

fail to retain

the youth of spring

and summers shade

the moon

rises strong,

casting a glance

over night


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