Somewhere in the midst of every night
comes the morning,
unnoticeably and gradually
and then it is light.
Through the whole day, the night lingers
drawn in edges,
under and behind everything, the
shadows clasp, like fingers.
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i love this one.
Very nice piece.(s)
The photo & poem.
They work well together.
Thank you both