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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