It is dark.

The sun just sunk behind the trees —
a plume of pink clouds
saunters by
fading
into the distance–
It’s dark.

I hear birds
chatter in the leaves
sing
as they fly in for the night.
It’s dark.

I wish you called for me tonight
I wish you called to sing our song
to hear me call your name
and hold me as I came.
It is dark.
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LoveNotes©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
August 14, 2021 | OC, California
Moments Unaware | I Want to Love You

Birds-Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry