Twilight, Charlie Kirk Poem by Bryan Taplits
Twilight, Charlie Kirk
When all is done
-beneath our sun-
we say that he is dead,
And when the sun dies but still glows
-we say 'it is not so'.
Now silken-night embraces-
and glows so bright-
as gently she puts the sulky-sun to bed.
No more a floor, but rather open door
New life is born-
and no more are we so dead.
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