Night Secrets Poem by Erin Daly
Night Secrets
The salted air brines
my lungs, two frail dark wings.
Out here
The dying silhouette of fronds
Gently dance and bob
Where earlier the Tui sucked the red flowers' milk.
The sad morpork calls it's own name
An anthem to the nocturnal, calling the mantle of deep shadows and stars back to stand guard
The mosquito whine like untuned violins
As my witness
I am here
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4/27/2024 1:05:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
shadows and stars back to stands guards, good writing, thanks..