morning poem, November 13, 2015

Posted on November 13, 2015 by labeak52

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Opening My Window At 2:17 AM

The cold of night

The stars so bright

The cobalt blue

The streetlights, too.

The whispering breeze

The frosted leaves

A lonely car

A trainhorn far.

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