In the Hours Before Sunrise
The night's been a cold lonely sullen refuge
Stifling clouds of shadow will soon dissipate
While the city indifferent still seems fast asleep
I’ve said my all goodbyes to the tune of violins
Withered brittle leaves stirring as death circles
Cold winds whirl and no one will see my tears
Submitted on May 25, 2019 for contest ARBITRIUM DIVISA sponsored by GREGORY R BARDEN - excerpt from my poem A Waltz In The Dark
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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