gloamtoglimmer
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Missing people
When they are away
The night replaces them
The day comes early
Finally the sun
Grouped around me
Those who remain
Lower me into the room
For his touch
And for the master to say
Nothing wrong with him
The return won’t fix
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