Night's Whisper Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

Night's Whisper



I bid the eve' a fond farewell;
though far I still must go
there is more yet it has to show.

The sky is turning to a rose
as the morning sun begins to swell;
there is more yet it has to tell.

I prayed day hold its breath
as I held night in repose,
yet still day came all the same
and that eve' remains unknown.
- Samuel Richard Leonard

Monday, November 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn ,evening,story
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