I sit in the dark, not brooding
exactly, not waiting for the dawn
that is just beginning, at six-twenty-one,
in gray October light behind the trees.
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What a beautiful poem
maybe ones may not know how poem can be such therapy, documenting events...
its not for all people but its for who has chose to fuse thought, personal, feeling and art
i love this poem
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What a beautiful poem maybe ones may not know how poem can be such therapy, documenting events... its not for all people but its for who has chose to fuse thought, personal, feeling and art i love this poem