More poems are written when the sun is gone
Than when it sparkles bright
More words are penned, they tend
To lend themselves to darkened night
Grey and turbulence and fear
And moon and cloud and sadness
It's they that feed a tear and make
Us swoon, much more than gladness.
Posted by poetry/susan_szczesny
at 2:33 PM NZT
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