Comforting night-time hours embrace,
the memories of you holding me-
eternally.
In your heart and in your soul,
my taste on you takes its-
toll.
On the wings of the owl,
that rules the night
a time without color,
for our sight,
just greys,
shades.
It is now light . . .
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Comments: 6
Thank you for the feedback
John captures it well in his comment!
Good stuff.