Seasons - Poem by Jennifer Concetta
chisled light flashing,
it dosn't have to be night to see them,
broken dreams crashing,
you don't have to be asleep to fear them,
movement behind movement,
so close that you can bearly see,
hours upon hours,
you don't need to know to be.
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