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Oct 2011
Silence, Oh Silence
Why is it that solitude graces the night?
Each of us curled in our own little worlds,
Wrapped in contentment, memory, and sometimes pain.
Is Death so different; than the lack of the rising sun?
To be without light; without warmth,
Shadows become solid and objects lose sound
Darkness heightens mind, frees the heart
All five eyes going nearly blind force us to see
Perfection in ecstasy
But a harsh Satan shows us
A thicker realityof a life not brely begun
So here I wait for lovilier fantasies
No one knows when the light will dim; when it will go out
Yet I feel it coming closer everyday
I'll smile, at sunset, you'll see.
And show them all I'll be happy when night comes.
For me.
Liz Anne
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