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Poetry

Sometimes the dark of night brings the beauty of the tiniest light. the moon and stars are brought into glory tonight.

Cold As Night

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by emphasis01

by emphasis01

It's as cold as night.

Gently and silently the wind caresses

Much to my delight.

Famished.

I sense hunger and harder it presses.

Yet I refuse to relieve myself of this plight.

No comfort in sleep.

No dreams, nothing deep.

Now it's eve, much past dawn.

I am truly alone.

In a time as cold as night.

~emphasis~