Blue gray night beckoning clouds. Tinged with bronze and pink and red on the horizon. Departing from each other in strands, fingers on lingering hands, curling in lumps like knarled nails, but soft in contrast with the sky
CZYTASZ
They All Cry For You
PoezjaAn ever expanding poetry book. Chock full of sad poetry and love poetry.
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Blue gray night beckoning clouds. Tinged with bronze and pink and red on the horizon. Departing from each other in strands, fingers on lingering hands, curling in lumps like knarled nails, but soft in contrast with the sky