Dark or Illuminated Vignettes
Nov 7 · 2 min read
~chiaroscuro of memories as wonder~

The day dusky doves
cooed softly
on a crumbling ledge,
and my father’s breath
soughed away,
I think I died.
I often dream of small hands,
~chiaroscuro of memories as wonder~

The day dusky doves
cooed softly
on a crumbling ledge,
and my father’s breath
soughed away,
I think I died.
I often dream of small hands,

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