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Night's Sanctuary



Remnants remain still
Long after
Walls have crumbled
Given way

Neath the weight
Of times embrace
Lone companion
Forgotten days

The only songs
Now sung within
Echoing winds
As nature prays

Yet faithfully
Lanterns are lit
A guiding light
To souls that stray

Shelter still given
To the needy
Those who look 
Beyond decay

A nights rerprieve
Is freely offered
Warm meal  
A place to lay

With the morning
Hope arises

Shared kinship keeps
Night's fears at bay

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I chose prompt. No. 6. Deserted Sanctuary

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  • amysticwriter silver member
    November 23
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    Beautyful poem for the prompt...well done...


  • SteveS gold member
    June 10

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    A very pretty poem to read. The rhythm and lilt give this a light feeling that is really a joy to read.


    • faderman1959
      June 10
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      I'm glad yu enjoyed it steve. Thanks for the HM also! It was a very cool picture.


  • Rheea gold member
    June 2

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    This touches my heart we have a traveling homeless shelter here we move it from church to church to keep it going in the winter.


  • Swangrnv gold member
    May 28

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    wow

    this is a great piece of writing my friend, exceptional rhyme, and rhythm..and perfect flow! loved this, and it had great imagery..

  • SteveS gold member
    May 28
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    Beautiful work, superbly in sync with the picture prompt. Change "Latern" to "Lantern"...and again do NOT respond to me, til perhaps after contest ends.


  • Raspy
    May 28

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    Excellence

    Such a beautiful
    Play with words,rhythm,flowing like whispering winds
    floating through
    space and time.
    A stunning poem.
    Thoroughly enjoyed by moi.
    Good luck, amico mio.

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