Night Time Edges Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Night Time Edges



Thunderbolts hitting my mind with musical aptitudes,
rising ever higher into realms of familiarity.
Posing at the peak, waiting for everyone to catch up.
Dancing, lights flashing, not slowing down for anything.
Portions of night time edges, tugging at the stars,
pulling them closer so they can be seen by all who are
looking upward.

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