Night Victorious
Day bows out its purpose a distraction from time inching toward death twilight steals in to embrace and lull us before our entry into a shadowy nocturnal land without dreams as night licks it’s lips and wipes its chin knowing it has us yet again to prepare us for the grave.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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