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The Cover of Darkness

The Cover of Darkness As I sit by the fire this night, Late, the cock’s nearly crowing. I watch, as the embers burn low, Weeping, my heart overflowing. In darkness I find my release, And let out the day’s silent sorrow. I let my heart speak what it must, For there must be living tomorrow. By day my acting is accomplished, I play the part I’m expected to play. The tears that swell unexpectedly, Can surely wait the end of the day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 1/2/2013 12:09:00 PM
Super write, Barb. Congrats on the selection. daver
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Date: 1/1/2013 9:04:00 AM
I saw your feature Barbra, and thought To leave a comment; hope things are Picking up for you.."
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Date: 1/1/2013 1:10:00 AM
Touching. Very touching.
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Date: 6/14/2009 11:30:00 AM
Its sad we have to hide during the day, and be alive at night, sad write, i love the way its presented>>James
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Date: 11/11/2008 1:56:00 PM
I agree, we, most, play the part we're expected to play, a learned part through hard experience. I cry with you in your inner truth. Great insight. Love, daver
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Date: 11/11/2008 8:05:00 AM
It becomes a silent release when we release those tears in the evening, silent for everyone else exceppt for us who use the darkness as our cover. Love the tone and flow of this read and the tender meaning within it. Michael
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Date: 11/11/2008 2:49:00 AM
Heartfelt writing Diane.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 11/10/2008 7:13:00 PM
I feel your heartfult sentiments. They make me sad. I pray this isn't real for you and it's just your creative genius. Please comment on mine I miss your insightful intellect do three of mine and Ill do three of yours and I hope if it is real that you can overcome this. May you turn to God he is the great comforter. God bless you Barbara Michael Torres
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