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Monday 21 September 2015

Music of the Night... (Poem)

She stands
In fading light,
Waiting for the peace of darkness
To wrap her in his arms.

The stars twinkle
Like glitter,
Her tiny specks of hope
In a blackening sky.

The breeze is gentle,
As he strokes her face.
The only sound is leaves,
Whispering.


Darkness brings her safety,
Warmth of his cloak.
The breeze,
With its dying breath,
Softly invites her in.

All is suddenly still,
Too her pounding heart,
Silence,
Brings her comfort,
And speaks of mystery.

She smiles
And wipes her tears,
The day,
A world away.


















#helenswriting


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