murder of crows

in the sallow

these shapes change


eek past the horizon


my outstretched hand


within the tide

this changing


being born

by the absent light of the new moon

I caught you

as I fell through

the rivets


in the seams of time

for this will

have sunrise surrendering

until dull days

erased from bitter memories

and I am merging with your form


playing against the hours.


About binaryLady

Front-End Wiz and Full stack developer

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