The Final Night

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  • Dark Poetry

    The Final Night
    darkness shimmer
    medieval black song
    cold sanctuary stone
    beliefs held forthwith
    an hour of shadow
    the moon
    ripped like paper
    sands of the past
    forgotten farmstead meadows
    memories strewn wildly
    silver nightshade
    subtle reason
    mountains thunder
    the final night
    regrets
    regrets
    regrets
    sleep

    i told you so

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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