The darkest poems are written in dead of night,
Come when pillow turns to Jacob's stone,
The only movement lonely branches twisting to
Be free, yearning wildly to see their love,
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wow, i was reading through this in the middle of the night and felt i was transported into that very place you were describing in your poem. i love it