Strands of Turquoise
Saturday, September 29, 2012
When Daylight Weeps
Some dreams,
not quite nightmares --
but whose secrets
they keep --
cast shadows long, sickly,
dark, and deep
over precipices
steep . . .
so grim, so unyielding
as to make daylight
weep.
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