Saturday, December 8, 2012

this rainy night

seals my past

my poems are said

and done at last

now I can

give up my pride

turn all weariness

neatly aside

I spoke in the sunlight

I saw the grass shake

I spoke in the moonlight

with all silence at stake

now on this rainy night

the last poem uttered I turn out the light

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