Glitter but not gold. (Poem)

Somewhere sometimes In the midst of solitary night , Where the darkness seemed, To pinch, I stood there, ’cause I like the comauflaging night. Where it blankets me beautifully. . Street lamps there it stood with, Shimmery pale light; yellow, It harboured insects for a night And in dawn lied dead, parallel. It wasn’t moon;Continue reading “Glitter but not gold. (Poem)”