Wednesday, December 27, 2017

~Silver~

crying
like fire
picking up
these pieces
broken wind chimes
its all right now
the past
is gone by

like
the leopard spots
in your eyes
what you feel
is what you are

if you're not
laughing,
you're not
living
the time
for dreaming
is over

silver moon
sparkling
free as wishes
milky twilight
hangs
a smile,
that spreads
like butter
it's bound
to rain
sooner or later
take me up
spin me around
so that tomorrow
won't fade

~Sarah Mahina Calvello~

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