Dead Of The Night Poem by Kimberly Escueta
Dead Of The Night
In the dead of the night
I travel alone
Through the valley of fears
And the rirver of sorrow
In the dead of the night
The cold wind gently whispers
The sand and weary tune
Of this lifeless night
In the dead of the night
I travel alone
The sad and weary road
That leads to nowhere
In the dead of the night
The cold wind gently whisper
That light is yet to come
In this sad and weary journey
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5/6/2024 9:39:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A deep and emotional piece, Kimberly. Thanks