Depths of NightA Poem by Judy PoncebyIn the depths of night....
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In the depths of night, long past midnight,
when shadows come out to play. Spirits moan about the loss of their corporeal bodies, sounding lost and hollow in their deprivation. Nightmares with their heaving flanks, ebony coats glistening, spread their dark visions. And I, unable to find peace in the arms of sweet sleep, lie with eyes open, watching the haunted dance of shadows at the window. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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StatsAuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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