Like a cloak over her bare shoulders
Black night descends about the day
Pulling, shrugging, settling in
Day sighs in gratitude
Heaviness ,comfort
are to be hers
Night will rule
She will
sleep
submitted for Poetic Bloomings, Prompt 18, There's A Moon Out Tonight
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
