hard light

in poem •  8 years ago 

The cold light of the winter's morning sun

cuts thru my good intentions, lasts nights spirits, now drain cleaner

my pride pricked, slinking back to the mundane life

i have learned to love

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These are wonderful poems. I'm looking forward to reading more. The minimalism of the posts is also beautiful. Refreshing.