The Curtain of Repose
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The winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness,
And night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety;
Inky i n k y black, deeply mysterious and moonless,
An endless canopy;
A deathlike silence,
A nightingale song calls;
Somewhere a night owl hoots,
hoot hoot h o o t HOOT . . .
Lucid silence,
A quiescence.
N I G H T- a time for prayer and for weeping,
The spirit of darkness comes creep c r e e p i n g;
In the quietness and stillness my sleepy eyes close,
And I pull the curtain of . . . . repose
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June 13, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Curtain Of Repose
Copyright Protected, ID 16-800-095-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Night Silence
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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