Santiago Fire Tonite

Oct 25, 2007 02:25

The moon is high, and full in the sky, but casts no glow tonite.
The accustomed comfort of cold and chill is replaced with a luke-warmth of disconcerting ambiance, as if the earth had coughed.
Her stressed breath fills the night air.

-Atym
©2007

fire, smoke, poetry

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