Owl 11

 

 

When the truths

are heavier

than the dreams

solid as tanks

and louder

than the tramp of marching feet

the night is solace

and sleep drifts

in the blink

of yellow eyes.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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