QuietA Poem by KieraCrimeSceneSun rise.Its quite an evening In the dark
Its a quiet evening except a song of a lark.
Hours have past The night carrys on. They are coming now. To take away the moon. The darkness holds on tight. It hugs the earth with a sudden fright.
Slowly Slowly Slowly Here it comes. The horizon is visible The dark is drowning. In the light. Tis not time to say good night.
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3 Reviews Added on December 11, 2008 AuthorKieraCrimeScenenowayjose, MDAboutwow, I'm 14 now.. and uh, looking back, I friggin' sucked. I don't right poetry anymore, as you can tell because I'm terrible at it. I do essays. I love to write, but uh I can't believe I got good .. more..Writing
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