Sunday, 21 October 2018


what stirs my curtains is just right,
to keep me cool throughout the night;
not too little to drop them shut,
not too much to blow them wild, but
just enough from night’s chill child,
so I can feel him running wild;
in sleep the stars’ wincey shine,
and moon-blink upon me, all is fine.

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