Midnight Candlelight Poetess
Her Christmas tree lit, the
prism of candles filled the room.
This poetess, you see, has no
space for gloom and doom.
She rests on a couch, feeling the
strength of God's hands.
She won't allow news crowding out the
beauty of her family life and lands.
She was insulted in blog today, for being a
loser and a creep!
She didn't know faith, hope and beauty,like animals
had been put to sleep!
April 1,2020
*National Poetry Day*
Rainbow Wishes
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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