Bad poetry and Just Sitting - blog journey portraying the coarse and subtle levels of the phenomena called Mind-Body

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Nocturne

Pitch black dark
Spotted with stars
The sky is

Cold wind caressing
The skin shivers
Feet gone cold

Sounds in the night
Nocturnal drama unfolding
To disapear in the coming of dawn
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