Night Writers - Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Night is always, lightless,
Mysterious, silent, cold
But it's when poets
And write, honest and bold.
The Night invites to dreaming,
And poets dream awake,
Sometimes not even seeing,
How much there is that's fake.
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