''The Curtain of Repose''
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The winds breathe nights darkness,
and she comes trailing a gown, black and velvety;
inky i n k y deeply black,
from the endless canopy above;
with a deathlike silence, yet,
the wind breathes, and
somewhere a night owl hoots,
hoot hoot h o o t HOOT . . .
Loud silence,
if you listen.
N I G H T - a time for sleeping and for weeping,
and darkness comes creep c r e e p i n g;
in quietness and stillness my sleepy eyes close,
and I pull the curtain of . . . . repose.
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September 24, 2016
Poetry/Verse/"The Curtain Of Repose"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-833-273-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, 100 In A Row, 16
sponsor, Poet Destroyer
Seventh Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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