Midnight with its gang of shadows waits for the sleeper’s step under its high arch The pool draws the ripple to the water’s edge, tightening itself to a drumskin Prayer candles burn out in the empty church, God’s grace reaches the spent wax, gives up its search. Hunter and hunted make momentary truce closing the gap between themselves, narrow and intricate as fern leaves Love is an hourglass turning, seductress and seducer fall headlong into their own trap.Birth sign: Libra
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