Sunday, November 18, 2012

Day 323/366

Deserted streets were roamed,
Oddly, not particularly high.
A raw feel of my new home,
Alone, yet by my side.

Will the story lie in suspense?
Will this winter's night resume?
Share an innocent tale with me.
Experience my writing too?

Fairly well I think I know you,
While my shadow I do cloak,
Discover something new,
A story remains untold. 

No comments:

Post a Comment