noon

Mornings end too soon.

They burst like blisters of gold

only to crushingly implode

In hopeless shards of noon.

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2 Responses to “noon”

  1. Romantic Dominant Says:

    They do. You have captured it well.
    Sometimes they begin too soon as well, but is is a very different place,

  2. memoryb Says:

    There is beauty in a certain kind of sadness and there it is, in your “hopeless shards of noon”.

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