Not Everything Is Black and White
Not everything is black and white
Black river white moon
Tells of a wise fortune
Stars hit eyes like silent bright tunes
Sparkle between spaces all strewn
A faded earth darkened shapes bloom
Chimney stacks dark tangent flume
Trees leaves rustle collectively croon
A pathway goes around like a spoon
Silence so rare but totally consumes
What a beautiful night for fairies to come out and sit on their favourite red mushroom.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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