Tiny Fawns

Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

night time

the dark rises again,
painting the stars black
stacking up moon dust
settling on the backs of
trees and brush
somewhere dreams rush
to finish the races they
run through sleeping minds
while the clock unwinds
the quiet night time

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backdated post a day poem for December 2nd, 2017

Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017

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