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March 2003 OLD AS SHIT poem from middle school. I was proud of it for a really long time, though, so I couldn't quite skip it here. |
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Evening, a winter’s day, Clouds of light that roll away, Seem to sober, whisper, say, End of Day, End of Day. Trees, silhouettes, stark and black, Reaching high up to the sky, Seem to sober, whisper, say, Day come back, Day come back. Roosting bird, quiet there, Singing a song of sleep this eve, Seems to sober, whisper, say The Sun is where? Is it there? Shades of sun, shadows long, Horizon glowing in the west, Seems to sober, whisper, say, Sun is Gone, Sun is Gone. Moon and stars, shining bright, Looking down upon the earth, Seem to sober, whisper, say, Coming Night, Coming Night. Stars that glow, shadows queer, Silver light cast on the trees, Seems to sober, whisper, say, Night is Here, Night is Here. |