The morning sparrow makes me sick,
Her taunting song an evil mutiny.
The morning snubs the candles wick,
And kills the darkness with it's gluttony.
The midnights darkness is absolute,
And an inspiration to all it's creatures.
The sun-lit sounds all mute,
As the night releases it's glorious features.
The night appeals to me,
Because of her sweet serenity.
She is all I want to be;
If only I bore her heredity.
Author notes
This was one of the first poems I ever wrote and I just found it in my room so I thought I would add it.
Written December 21st, 2004
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Loving the sweet mellody of midnight darkness sooths the night, like a shadow creeping over the foot of your bed, Good poem
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