Monday, May 8, 2017

THE BEAT





recked
The bushes move
to their own beat.
To an unknown tune,
They comfort me.
In the darkness.
In the night.
Until the morning light,
When the sun wakes.
The bushes part
And let me out.
Until the night returns.
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