March 21, 2016 by ebbtide the hours of you that remain Poetry change, day, farewell, goodbye, hours, loss, love, night, poem, Poetry, relationship, sadness, time 4 Comments we say goodnight, then goodnight, and once more a goodnight of softening kisses – just as the dawn cracks the night I count the hours of you that remain to me, and tuck them about us – thin comfort against the coming light © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
thin comfort against the coming light Superb lines , so wishful to keep the dawn at hold. A true beauty! LikeLike Reply
…just beautiful! 🙂
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That’s gorgeous Sarah. Especially ‘thin comfort against the coming light’.
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Sweet, pensive- lovely last lines.
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thin comfort against
the coming light
Superb lines , so wishful to keep the dawn at hold. A true beauty!
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