Late Night
Late night —
the wind
stirs up
a storm.
I hug
my dreams
and cry.
(64 characters incl. spaces)
#micropoetry
Late night —
the wind
stirs up
a storm.
I hug
my dreams
and cry.
(64 characters incl. spaces)
#micropoetry
What will the wind bring?
Hope encoded gusts,
Anarchy on the breeze,
Or cold fresh truth,
Winter’s moment,
This turbulent storm
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