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Tranquility Seeps

In the evening time, when
Earth’s good green has expanded
This dismal view, I feel the
Wail of the Night. Groping her
Undersides. Emboldened by
Eerie tales told by those
Whose wicks we’ve trimmed. They
Are remembered only in the beds
Of our youth or in the rattles of
A last night upon God’s great Sphere.

I ponder this wretched state.
And tranquility seeps like a balm.

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2 thoughts on “Tranquility Seeps

  1. Eerie tales told by those
    Whose wicks we’ve trimmed

    love that line!
    i have so missed reading you and all the sighs you bring me 😦
    school has me so busy and i have seemed to lost my muse 😦 please send happy thoughts my way and maybe she will return

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