Inspired by the Secret Keeper’s weekly writing prompt #103
Still in the black,
dawn not so far away,
the last dream hoists its sail –
and, I, forever the jester
the fuse of your nights,
the white noise of your world…
Picture: Charles Baudelaire by Felix Nadar, 1855, via afrouiafroui.tumblr.com
The symbolism in your poem is so lightly tendered and beautiful. j.k
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Beautiful! @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Just beautiful. ❤
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