Poem -
Transition
A quiet darkness looms in my lonely room
like ribbons of black silk swaying in time
with a silence I feel within.
Never will I hear again
the song of the morning bird,
or the sound of rustling leaves.
As I close my eyes
i pray that I will see
the eternal light of love washing over me.
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