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direct hit
tossed gently to me
I caught your slip of a smile
from across the room
to land in my heart
one step ahead
of your eyes

and it filled me...

valley
holding the silence
in a bowl of stone and sky
indigo shadows

sunday evening...

solitude
walking through dark trees
I hear twilight softly sing
while clouds burn above

caught words...

peek
there is no hiding
in a room full of shadows
from the moons full gaze