i like it when
the sky cannot
change her mind
and she cries
pink into the waters
and hugs the heavens
with her pain
as she lets go
of today.
yesterday.
she cloaks the air
in darkness
so that those that
who need to hide
can hide
and the lonely
souls
can be lonesome.
the docks
rock the waters
and the lights flicker
on
and those who
need to cry
cry with her
hoping that she
will remember
to bring the sun
tomorrow.
today.
hour of the golden
the lost and the broken
longing for
yesterday.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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