Sliver of light
Not very bright
Comes through at night
Into my sight
A light so gold
Not very bold
But taking hold
Of air so cold
The light is called
When darkness falls
Goes up the wall
Into the hall
The light it bores
Comes through the door
Onto the floor
The light is poured
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 20170119
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Comments2
A fine write Gon.
thanks
love the control of the structure throughout 🙂
Thank you. 4 is the magic number.
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