The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Sunday, September 4, 2016
LIFE DRIFTS BY
Night comes with a sigh.
A mist soon follows.
Time comes to a stop.
Caught between day and night.
A holding pattern for nature.
Lines become blurred.
Life drifts by.
Movement only an illusion.
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