Grows the Night
Grows the night, tremulous passage nigh
Aught of earth ushered my boat of hope
Tint of virtue brightening cressets
Lights of love, I left behind the shore.
Grows the night, for the glitter I rove
For the lost heaven fringing my fate
Hue of kindness, I shown in the land
Eased the pain of death, while grows the night.
Second Place in Grows the night Poetry Contest sponsored by nette onclaud
Copyright © Jenish Somadas | Year Posted 2020
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