After the stillness of the dark night, the cloudy sky surrenders to the dawn…..
Wait…..something or someone is nudging me….as she says:
“Sweetheart you’re dreaming poetry again…..
something about after the stillness of the dark night
the cloudy sky surrenders….to the dawn…”
As I turn over and we embrace, I mumble,
“Sorry My Love….” and we drift off
to sleep
once again.
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Note: This is fiction…..sort of.