Glancing up,
A flash of disappearing brightness–
A sign as bare branches,
Looking alive as grasping hands,
Reach, stretch, to touch the last of the sunlight.
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insomniac
PoetryIt starts with a Star that falls And ends with The rock that rises. insomniac is a book for the midnight owls. A work of free verse dark poetry, each piece tells a story of hurt and growth, trauma and healing. If you are dealing with your own sleepl...
Moonrise
Glancing up,
A flash of disappearing brightness–
A sign as bare branches,
Looking alive as grasping hands,
Reach, stretch, to touch the last of the sunlight.
