In the dark hours of the night
I lay still.
The silence of absence of light
Heightens the loudness of my aching heart.
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I think it is always sadness and regret that we think about just before sleep comes. Well done. I love these lines especially: The silence of absence of light Heightens the loudness of my aching heart.
A nice poetic imagination, Kim. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks