Poem -
WE FALL
the nights awake me with their
calling
and then, I am tearful
the black fingers mauling, and
gnawing the respite, till the white
bones show through
tis these times I circle son,
looking for you, and
it is then that I walk, pace...
till my soles are worn down
sanded on floorboards where a
moon paints her frown
we dance circles together,
cast our shadows on walls
and when the dawn feathers
wake, well,
we fall son, we fall
M P 9/8/21
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Such powerful emotions conveyed Marion , xoxo .
Thanks Rob x