Could fate have known truly
Of the roses she could see
And the scent gently on her clothes
The relaxing effect of the pause?
Night, former enemy of mine
By your silence you inspire
Words to form each coming line
Like wood fuels a burning fire.
Day shall come eventually
From words she will quite humbly
Retire and resume her day
In her most ordinary way.
Laurence Ramos
9/11/2012
3.56 am
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