Collage - 3
ephemeral fog
night as cold as witches' breath
lone crow squawks goodnight
(settles on tree branch)
a candle flickers
starlight glows behind thin clouds
city goes to sleep
(earth curdles in mist)
sky sullen and gray
salt tears my crystallized thoughts
bird pecks at my pain
(rain pellets my dreams)
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