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Sanctuary

The wood The quiet Night The Earth underneath my boot ...Sanctuary Here I don't have to talk Here I am not asked for smiles Here I am my darkest self...an existence away from everyone else the moon condescendingly stares down on me... I simply blow a kiss towards her. Good Night now Miss. I walk no straight path here I go as my heart leads me The creatures here are all enchanted by my tales of the other land They've never known nation,self-doubt,angst,despair,disease,hatred for themselves. They listen to me teary eyed as I wish to be them They ask me who I am I tell them...Poet of the night Bound of no blood Lost to a world I knew as a child, a helpless child The winds blow daggers where I came from I left the intrigued creatures for a spell...time alone The wood The quiet Night The Earth underneath my boot ...Sanctuary

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/11/2010 10:38:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Constance's Anything Goes Contest One Kalonji. Love,Carol
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Date: 1/11/2010 12:36:00 AM
Lovely writing, Kilonji. Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest and thank you for sharing your poetic talent. Lainie
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Date: 3/13/2009 2:11:00 PM
Thank you for taking me on this journey through the woods, "Poet of the night." I can see nature's creatures gather 'round to listen to your "tales of the other land." How wonderful you are able to escape to this sanctuary when the negative forces of civilization become too much! Love this work, Kalonji! Carolyn
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