no rush, I tell my hands
but they hustle anyway, switching off lights
eager for stars
May 3, 2016 by Rosemerry
no rush, I tell my hands
but they hustle anyway, switching off lights
eager for stars
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry, starlight | 1 Comment
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Quick light vs. longest light. I like it. 🙂