Being With Myself
In a tent, I remove my clothes
As fog piles on skin;
Yet, I trace the woods---
One with stars, cuddling peace
On a night meant for me.
Somewhere Contest: nette onclaud
Written 1.07.2015 by Rora Onna
30 syllables
Copyright © Rora Onna | Year Posted 2015
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