Black

November 4, 2011
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Trapped in a room of darkness,
With the sounds of silence around me
Children lost without nightlights.
As the sun goes down.. I wonder
When will it rise again?
It is cold
We are bored
A crack of wood and we jump like rabbits
The shadows become more familiar
As the candles make them dance like Broadway performers
When will the sun rise?
When will the light shine





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