Dew-Pressed Evening Night
From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2020
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