King Of The Night, Poem by john o'connell

King Of The Night,



king of the night,
with no servant in sight,
most lights out,
just me up and about.
I stare at the snow
in between, handling my
precious words with care;
as seeds that must grow and grow
in the springtime of my soul
laid bare.

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Limerick, Ireland
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