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LIGHT the light pours through me across this digital wall to dance across your waiting face and neck and finger tips like a breeze.... that lifts the waves of your hair you are a demon voice hiding in the walls that only I can hear... I wade through the shallow waters on my life until the darkness falls and I am sure that your spirit will be waiting for me... I sit in the corner of the room and wait for the ghost to speak because this demon will listen and no one else has... He comes on the wings of two black coal crows that return before first light to soar him home... He absorbs my light... to feed on later and leaves me full of dancing, spinning, drumming shadows... shadows are hard to hold. By Debra C. LAST RETURN NEXT |
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