Grace At.


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  • Micheal Dickson (11/22/2008 8:11:00 AM)

    Nice poem, reveals the untold tale of the heart.

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On A Cold November Night

On a cold November night,
I sit alone, with the feather
in my hand as my only friend,
and the silence as my only salvation.

With the gloomy light of the candle,
that waves that sea of silence.
Sea so deep and mysterious,
sea of lonelines and despair.

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