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NaPoWriMo – Day 28

The sun went to sleep
fell into the shadows
the night crept in deep
but no one will know.
The houses flicker
warmth and golden vibes
but can you see her
top window, she hides.
Waiting in the dark
for the night to take
the remaining spark
leaves lust in his wake.
Shadows are sleeping
the night is deepening
the eyes are knowing
a moments dreaming.


I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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