It shades it down and , comes with me Lights the town as glittering with glie. Without the light of its own, with a white silent tone It comes as a phase, And Down as a prose. A silver shining ball, singing alone it's all . The dark presence of her, like a merely player Pinches me a bit Like she only dare As it plunges in the dark but scares from the dawn. Her hidden cry, in the bright day sky No one see except my eye. Published !! In Robinage ( http://www.robinage.com/wall-of-fame.php?action=read_post&post_id=7871 ) Thanks for reading !!
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