
When do I begin? Where I heard the wolf howl? If all at once laughter escaped the twisting dawn, If in reflected midnight sunsets a secret touch is felt will dark fingertips journey? Soft everything. A red blue calls and the forgotten city remembered hurries still. Will I forget to remember the sleeping memory shadow?
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Thanks so much. Challenge accepted: https://poetry-365.com/2020/08/04/liebster-award-nomination/
Beautiful composition! I loved reading this.
Wonderfully evoked piece
Wow …
A red blue calls
and the forgotten
city remembered
hurries still.