Tonight I write in darkness
Hiding
Exposed
Pen finding its way
Lightly over blank pages
Just like the New Year
Illumination
There is a scratch that is heard
When pen covers paper
It is the same sound
Heard when tree branches
Scrape over window panes
Speak the same language
Their message…
Let me in
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
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