Emily Dickinson style poem. Noncontest poem.
I held my breath — as Darkness crept — A fragile Thread — of Light — In Shadows deep — where Whispers dwell — I clasped — with all my Might — The Moments danced — yet still I stay — In Twilight’s Arms — the Heartbeats thrum — A battle — Night to Day — With every Pulse — the Echoes call — For Life — a precious Bloom — I cling — and will not leave — Though Death may linger — at the Gate — I stand — with fervent Heart — In every struggle — I find my Grace — A Masterpiece — my Art —
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