Saturday, February 1, 2014

Bitter Coldness

That mad, indistinct laughter that passes through the cold, wild night. 
It lands suddenly.
An alien sound struggling to find a home.  
A purpose. 

The night swung and missed. 
Courage raptures progress. 
It sets the sky to fall. 
But fails to see the stars. 
to make a wish, 
or an impression. 

Yet, courage strikes like lighting 
like a bird of prey. 
Like an arrow.


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