Only When - Poem by Michael Benfield
Only when the night is cold,
and the winds are howling down the empty streets.
Only when the moon has faded,
and the sun has deserted the sky.
Only when hope seems to have left you,
feeling tired and alone.
Only when you sink into a depression,
curled up in a ball in the corner of the road.
Will you notice,
your tears act as a telescope into heaven.
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