UMBRA

This topic was created in the Writing ✍️ forum by Jwalker on Wednesday, August 1, 2007 and has 1 replies.
Carbon Sky..
Abandoned by blue...
Gulping down light,
as ghostly ushers
guide you through
this hall of pines.
Whispering directions,
and bidding for
your liquid suit....
When you move on..
Please Recover the sun.
For My shadow longs to return.

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