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Times Five
The moon comes at me
through the trees,
golden gleaming
picking apart my seams.
The sound it screams
and the colour drowns me
in my dreams,
echoes low
in twos and fours,
infinity comes
through open doors
shaded in cloud,
dim then alive
so bright the shine.
A diamond flickers
five times.
©JMCole
Sunday 19th March 2017 2:45 pm
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