The scarf grazes the air,
its shades of blue coloring the night.
It kisses the curtain, too.
Flutters gently as I breathe, then the lights go out.
Morning dawns;
the scarf blows still.
The mundane again is beautiful.
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Monday, January 18, 2016
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