Wordwyse
a poetry blog
Friday, 4 September 2015
Dusk
Silent
starlight curves across
a glass cold
against pensive hands.
Drifting through
blind-eyed windows,
the soft smell of cookies
cools into sweetness.
A glance -
a dizzy flash of warmth
after all
is said and done.
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