By David O'Keefe
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Temperature
By: David O'Keefe The hospital room wasnβt cold, But it wasnβt especially warm either, Everyone was there but I wasnβt really told Where to go, so I just stood by the heater And waited for something to happen. Eventually, someone came up to me And asked if I wanted to talk to her, so then … Continue reading Temperature
Befallen Dawn
By: David O'Keefe Glistening like starlight Upon the oaken walls And aged stone floor, The moistness Of morning came. Light pierced glass, And brought day Into a tomb of night. All that was once Still came to being. The hearth alit With newfound hope For pot and kettle; It sang a song for its Life … Continue reading Befallen Dawn