sábado, 23 de agosto de 2014

TWILIGHT - A POEM


The shadows deepen so you cannot see
Within the corners of the nursery ;
Across the ceiling dim they dance and leap,
And stealthily along the floor they creep,
Only the teacups standing on the table
Bear each a shining fleck, a red fire label.

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