Night so sweetly dark
Lit by the soft distant light
Small things often leave the deepest mark
Burning the soul with all its might
Silence broken by noises so soft
Low tones, soft breaths, all in the lateness
Memories made of perfect craft
Life rolling along its gentle sweetness
And time flies by slowly
Still the distant light shines for the poetess
As the hours pass so gently
She writes out of sweet tenderness.
Laurence Ramos
9/11/2012
3.51 am
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