Nights writeA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
It’s nib was fresh and new
The ink beside it blue The paper sat there silent Waiting for a sign She passed by so many times today That pen was anxious all day She finally sat Her head in her hands Strands of hair shine in the lamp light Fountain gazed at her hands so spent She stared at what He couldn’t see Much later yawned and went to bed He whispered to the paper bare The sheet nodded in agree They watched her lying there so bare That’s the night of all those three © 2022 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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8 Reviews Added on January 13, 2022 Last Updated on January 13, 2022 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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