Coming Of Dark
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Smoky Hoss
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A smoking darkness at end of
day
has fallen down
upon the deep blue
sky. It lingers in ribbons hanging
gray
and continues along
determined to make someone
cry. No moon so bright tonight will hearts
stir
only faint stars singing
with a shallow and lonesome
sigh. Not a thing moves nor
purrs
even owls simply watch and listen
refusing to
fly. This extremely dark
night
shall wither the spirit
filling the mind with shadows of fitful
fright.
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