When night time comes, the dark disguises shadow
And trees are masked in shade benighted wrath
The privacy that nature works to bestow
Will not be told by moonlight's hidden path
A contest entry
- Preying Moon by HopelessScribbles.
470 points, ended November 17, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the feel of this piece, welll worded. This left me longing for more. Congratualations, well deserved and then some.
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A creative and wonderful take... your words paint powerful images... Well done and best of luck.
Ken
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oh yes! the path that is most likely not needed or wanted, you penned this with a hint of sadness, but worded well...thank you for this entry, good luck
Linda
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