Sunday, August 25, 2013

shadows

the night was made of
silent whispers
that slightly echoed
through the darkness
a candle was lit
stuck on to a
long empty jar of jam
they held their hands
before the flame
and smiled at the shadows
they made
innocence,
the night was full of
as shadowed hands
danced to
silent songs
of their minds

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