night in his arms
Annette Marie Hyder
that tree outside my window
never wants to let night go
he keeps her
caught in his branches
like a jealous lover
till the very last second
even then
he stretches his empty hands
towards the blushing sky
and trembles
from twig to root
as she disappears
that tree outside my window
never wants to let night go
he keeps her
caught in his branches
like a jealous lover
till the very last second
even then
he stretches his empty hands
towards the blushing sky
and trembles
from twig to root
as she disappears
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