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 © | Year Posted 2020

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September 17, 2020 at 8:32 AM
this made me think of a dew drop being pressed into a leafy fold as well as a depressed being folding into blankets and not wishing to rise in the morning ..enjoyed :)
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