The Night Poem by Katherine H. Belle

The Night



I sit quietly,
patiently.
As the evening fog comes rolling in.
Tonight, change is in the air.
Longing lungs fill with
sweet sweet oxygen.
Purging ourselves
of all things
from the past.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,longing
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