Still NightA Poem by Lakeisha Learperl
In the darkest hour lies nothing is sight
Trees flood the night and moonlight lights the path. Streets are deserted and not even a helpless childs cry can me heard. The harsh winds smack my face and the warmth of the weather has long befriended us. Tireless nights among the stars greet us again. Everything is still and nothing moves © 2009 Lakeisha Learperl |
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Added on November 8, 2009 Last Updated on November 8, 2009 Author
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