when words shut up
when words shut up
they are a lovable old lady
perched in a cottage on a cliff,
her window facing darkness
opening into darkness,
she is sitting on the sill
still living, she is charming
she is waiting
for the darkness to bore her,
she is old and it is silent
night, it is dark
like life
David McLean © 2009
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