Poetry: Darkness & Thirst

Thirst compels one to wake…

at night, with only a hallway half lit,

she stumbled, dragging sleeping feet.

she stopped, big sigh.

the kitchen light left on, beckoning her.

opened fridge, inviting,

peeled back the carton lid of a favorite juice.

aw refreshing!

thirst has a way, of driving one to drink

-Linda J. Wolff


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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many a coffee-stained paper and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry. ...Join her quest to capture the real souls of all humanitarians across the Universe through digital art and poetry. ...As a teacher of life, she'll offer encouraging tips for growing your blog through social graces and internet marketing.

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