Again
A one-line poem
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1 min readJan 22, 2020
Again,
Sun thrust himself into the
shrinking night —
Soundlessly loud,
Day was born.
In response to this prompt by Nyaalo Mia:
Again,
Sun thrust himself into the
shrinking night —
Soundlessly loud,
Day was born.
In response to this prompt by Nyaalo Mia:
I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.