December Moon (Poetry)

December Moon (1999) If loneliness breathes, then rain is its heart, always falling to its lowest point before receding. Water graces us daily in all its forms – the slowest drop, the line of ice on the wall, your breath, so soft and even in the cool night. But no one, no thing, can […]

via December Moon (1999) — O at the Edges

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