In the dark of the night
There was a light
And as you may know
Though, on its own, it was bright
The darker the shadow
The brighter the light
So blinding was its shine
In this dark midnight
It seemed to form a distinct line
Between the shadows squeezed the light
Oh, so blinding that night
That midnight light
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A non-poet's poems' book's poems and other things...
PoésieI'm not a poet but I still write a lot of poetry so I guess that instead of just writing 30 different stories for every time I enter a contest, I'm going to put all my poems and other miscellaneous pieces of writing here. There aren't only contest e...
