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By B.K. Date: 2008 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2008.11.04.21.03.23571]] |
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The pitch of darkness Is its own screen of night As it winds itself sideways With a scream of its might Half the earth sleeps As past midnight prevails While misery creeps And jealousy Tears its heart On a nail Lovers rejoice In passions Renewal Writers hold Their pens Commanding Them what to do As sleep-walking poets Ponder loves truths The music of life plays on While the hour of the wolf Fires Russian roulette at the dawn ©bk2008 |