Spirits Walking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirits Walking



Spirits in the night, walking the heavens, looking
down, watching as I lie awake, not able to sleep.

Yearning for someone to come talk to me for a while,
but nighttime has fallen upon this deathly cold and
lonely night.

Friday, July 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,night,poem,sleep
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