Stillings Poem by eve Taylor

Stillings



Of sleep and other necessary things,

I sometimes stretch them long,

to see how far they can go along,

in stillness of it all,

I find my words stillyearn,

but in nuances of dawning days I still learn,

from stories and forgotten lost songs.

Sunday, November 4, 2018
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