Friday, September 6, 2013

Strange Thing (Poem 157)

Strange
   how the days slow down
   as they grow shorter

Strange
   how the light grows warmer
   as the temperatures fall

Strange
   how you reach for me
   when I don't want you

Strange
   how you catch me smiling
   about nothing at all

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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