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Good morningš§ļø
My poem and art
The Shadows Are Coming
In the dark of night,
With no stars, no moonlight,
The shadows will creep,
Soft as a breeze in sleep.
Theyāll call with breath so cold,
A whisper quiet, bold.
Hold me tight, donāt let go,
Speak to me gently, soft and slow.
For they may steal me away,
Draw me into the dark where memories stray.
So when weāre alone, donāt set me free
Keep me close, stay near to me. 2 replies
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