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When shivers run down the spine, you know that peace of dark poetry is fine

This poem was written when we were at the peak of the unprovoked war by Putin on the people of Ukraine. Not we have the thirst for blood of another country too to deal with… the loss of December is tears and blood

Dark days have nothing to lose....kernel. I sincerely appreciate this prudent poem. Top score!

Dark days with crooked talons and venom-spewing fangs ….

I had posted my rejoinders to the observations of Susan Williams ans David Wood. But, both the comments have vanished. How can we solve this unending issue!

Ye, the Dark Age returns with it's icy blast. When will it end?

dark days the like of which we dread to see, my friend, yet seem to encircle us even an ocean away---top stars

Love is so timid, but hate spreads real fast.

The Dark Age is back, with its poison fangs spreading the venom of hatred across the globe.

When days dawn dark, what do we look forward to!