In the Twilight of the Night

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    In the Twilight of the Night
    In the twilight of the night
    he whispers to the wind
    where do I start?
    how do I begin?
    the road is so lonely
    so many hearts turned cold
    the river has dried up
    and the tree's have fallen down
    why is everything in vain?

    In the twilight of the night
    she proclaims that she has sinned
    how did it fall apart?
    can I put it back again?
    the mind is so phony
    playing tricks it must be old
    the river has dried up
    and the tree's have fallen down
    why does everything seem insane?

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    dmilphil commented on In the Twilight of the Night

    08-04-2009

    I could relate to the insanity. I like your style.
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    MickeyFinn

    08/04/2009

    Thank you.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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