City Nightfall Comments

A mind blowing poem, Night, the old nun, in voiceless pity bends To kiss corruption, so fabulous her pity.

'Over the stone lips'! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Limed or limbed? And a comma after dolls in the last line? Night, the old nun, bends in voiceless pity to kiss corruption—great and original image. This poem makes me appreciate night which I usually wouldn’t rate as my favorite time of day. GK

So beautifully composed with implied comparison, metaphor, image and hope makes it an outstanding piece..............thanks for sharing