Entry for The SEVEN BY SEVEN Poetry Contest: Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date wrote 8th April 26
Grateful for the shroud of dusk; quiet prelude into dark; where thin voices cease to busk; no one sees me as a mark. Now unseen, I see them still; watch and rant and rage until returns soft song of the Lark.
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