Turning Slow
Turning slow and twisting deeper
changes lurk and often seep
holding litmus ever tighter
lifting hope above the light
crystal snifter's promise linger
soft tip curls of comfort lain
precious hues sifting yellow
warming up unto the pain
wistful songs fill out the chasm
drinking in dark shades of blue
shifting winds drift off the boundary
rampant bids the night adieu
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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