Cleaning my writing folder I found weird writings I did while in Dublin last year. As I don't want them to take up any more space there, I'll just save them here. No need to read... very strange, stream of consciousness stuff, with no real point. ^^° Seems so long ago now.

( *frown* )

I seem to be posting so much nowadays.

Well, anyway. This is a poem I wrote this morning. 
A greeting to all those who have written to me.
Hope you like it.
*hug*

Midnight Magic

The wind is harsh -
emptiness in a touch.

I stand by the road
waiting perhaps for
nothing or a kiss.

This is a night 
which can kill with
just a single shadow.

And I welcome it -
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