Reminiscence - Poem by Hayley Lewis
Sometimes I find myself to sympathize
With the black cold winter night,
And I, of chilly disposition find
Unlikely comfort in it's plight
For with it's clouds the stars emit
No friendly glare or light.
My brethren of weird and late
Huddled close besides the fire
And cast their jealous glances out
To linger on the spire
Magnificence but cold and soulless
Symbolizing genteel ire.
Though it may seem to an honest mind
That stupidity is thus
To lay my head amidst the leaves
And sleep there till it's dusk.
With waxy grass beneath my feet
And dew drops on my bust.
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