Moon shadows on a cloudless night burn brightly. There stark edges reflect where I stand: inside and outside, poised between this and that. It’s cold, but I don’t want to move. Instead, become quiet; soak up with it means to be hollow.
Moon shadows on a cloudless night burn brightly. There stark edges reflect where I stand: inside and outside, poised between this and that. It’s cold, but I don’t want to move. Instead, become quiet; soak up with it means to be hollow.