Tuesday, May 3, 2016

UNTIL THE NIGHT




  1. The bushes move.
    They have a heartbeat.
    A movement of their own.
    To an unknown tune.
    They surround me.
    They comfort me.
    In the darkness.
    In the night.
    Until the morning light.
    When the sun wakes.
    The bushes part.
    And let me out.
    Ready for a new day.
    Until the night.

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