Poem -
rise
and when it rose, it rose alone
night moved in
became my home
and not a star it thought to bring
and not a moon to offer hope
not even owl with bleakest cry
night marched right in and bid me die
within.
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'The Lonely Soul's Cry.' Lovely Poem.
Crafted expertly as always. That's the best review I can do, otherwise I'd gush