Sleepless

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When sun has set and flutters not a bird,

When all is still, all sleep, feathered and furred,

It echoes in my head your last harsh word,

Tossed out with thoughtless ease, such heartache stirred,

The death of hope I wish I’d never heard.

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Sea of night

I wrote this second Fifty poem just to check that I could, and have just read Sarah’s poem. The rhyme words are almost exactly the same, but the results are very different.

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Without a word you slip away from sight,

I yearn to follow, long for wings and flight,

But shadows fall in gardens filled with night.

You took your love away with evening’s light,

I watch the lonely sky with stars ignite.