Martas poems: How I love this time of the night

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Sunday, December 29, 2019

How I love this time of the night

H ow I love this time of the night, so quiet, separate from the rest of the world, when I sense the earth begin to slow its turning and feel my body, pressing down into silky cool white sheets, each move creating a soft touch, here and there. Silently, my mind caresses me, trying to let go of the pressures of the day and as I recount my blessings, I feel it, a strange sense of loss, of want, of knowing that I need what I do not yet know and it is then I miss the touch I've never felt, the scent... Sign in to see full entry.

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