You hold the promise
of an evening sky,
colourful with
the obligatory spots
of darkness.

For reasons of
self-preservation
my curious mind
is not allowed
to solve yet another
intriguing puzzle.

Gone are the days
when I considered it
a lofty purpose
to fix problems
I did not create.

My winter heart has
accumulated too many
bruises to rise to
the bait of curing
another soul.

 

© November Child
photo taken with Samsung Galaxy S8
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