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Night Comes

October 13, 2008
By Anonymous

A thorny cactus lies
In wait
Vibrant yellow as its bait
He lifts his eyes
From that lure
And looks upon
The forest –
Pure.

Small twigs snap
Beneath
His feet
And with each

Step

It does

Repeat
Within this place-
He knows no hate
And to the trees
He can
Relate

Next to these
He takes a seat
Slower-
Now-
His-
Heart-
Does-
Beat-
In this silent
Solitude
He collects morning dew.
As morning does renew
He knows-
Night comes after you.


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rob said...
on Oct. 28 2008 at 9:57 pm
That was great, D. You have a great talent. - Rob