RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 50,061 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Spilling Night - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

High atop earth, looking down, looking out, at the birth of

Dawning delicately, the night is drawing near, picking it's
way silently so no one may hear when it chooses to fall.

Idly awaiting many sounds that proceed it's coming, sharing
in the quietness of splendor.

Taking in hand, gentle pleas of understanding, forging ahead
of wisdom, needing no urging.

From out beyond depths of life everlasting, night comes and
silently spills it's presence.

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  • Gold Star - 16,813 Points Amitava Sur (6/20/2014 8:52:00 PM)

    A beautiful expression of night how it looms over and spreads out. very rhythmic one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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