Poem -
sunset + dawn
Tis the Queens that cry
In the lost hours
Between sunset + dawn
When the sun turns her face
And you have to present
Be at home in the dark
Patient and watchful
To hear things so stark
and then you know everything,
M
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I have known those lost hours. I called them the poetry hours. Poetry frequents the shadows as a shy being. I love your work, Marion xx