NightA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe trees bent silently Moon drenched landscape weeping Dew covered grass bowing In the presence of you. Transcribed in the starlight My message of love Misread by the nightingales Who spoke it to you. All the while I slept Waiting patiently for word That you felt the same.
© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on March 9, 2011 Last Updated on March 9, 2011 Author
Sarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |
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