Sunday, September 27, 2009
When light first comes
When light first comes it peeks through the windows. White drapes pulled back by the angels. When light first comes it crawls over the clothes. A red sweater hung over the chair in the corner. When light first comes it glistens off the grey hair flowing over the pillow. When light first comes it brings a silence. Not a sound can be heard, not even a heartbeat. When light first comes, she leaves.
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