I’d never felt a part of it, but always on the margin.
Never the exhalted one, just the silent watchman.
The center glowed with white, hot light.
Mine was cool and dark.
But now I’m growing,
Oh, so slowly
To overtake the night.
Rollin’ Through Cairo
lovely ending, enjoyed the charming imagery.
I feel a connection to this piece. It is lovely and I feel the emotion of it. I like your blog. I will revisit.
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