Tired One Poem by Edwina Reizer

Tired One



She burns the midnight oil.
She rubs her tired eyes.
She paces in her bare feet
and thinks of starry skies.

She looks up at the night sky
and thinks of words to write.
And as they slowly fill her head,
the day replaces night.

Monday, November 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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