The night is twists as dakness is,
Lost in black and white.
The candle frosts at the wick,
The dawn and mankinds plight.
Take the world in your hands
Wait and whistle while u can.
And worry not my child, my friend.
For nothing here shall ever end.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2026 05:27
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Comments1
This poem has a haunting and surreal feel to it very nicely written
I like the one i wrote today. I like writing about agels and flowers. It will fade but some of my christian dogma and flower poems are decently written.
One needs to write about what one has passion it comes through
I fully agree. 😀
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