The Weathered and Aging Deck – Day 18 of NaPoWriMo


Sitting upon the weathered and aging deck,

constructed those days of youth

with the one who stole my heart,

the haze of the day is cleared.

Between worlds my presence is felt,

uneven reality quivers before my eyes,

and my senses succumb to their gifted

Nature.

 

 

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