Whisper

Night has set upon me
and the summer has fled
The night is
weaved
with essence of
October
and sodden with shadows etched
into the pavement and
in between
the window pains
like ice.
and the sad
planatarium of stars
shines dully in the black.
and all I am left with
are alabaster memories
that remain there
like brittle silver
spider webs
until the day
we bloom
again.

by Nicoletta Rose Carlone

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