Midnight grief, thou art but a wick’s smoke
Burn me to ash, that before the last flicker,
Dawn is the traveler’s step on treacherous sand
Rise to the setting moon; let the urn sing the secret.
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Great write...There is a flow in each line of your poem..I liked it a lot...Thank you...
Great write...There is a flow in each line of your poem..I liked it a lot...Thank you...
Great write...There is a flow in each line of your poem..I liked it a lot...Thank you...