theres something about the blue hour
that is far from golden
the dark before the dawn
and long after dusk
that reminds me of you
i stare at the horizon
just before the twilight
here comes the morning blues
my heavy eyes as wet as the grass
covered in morning dew
and here i am again
mourning you
-tc
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When Winter Wallows
Poetrymy poetry collection -tc {all writing & photos are my own}
