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In the Darkest of Times
In the darkest of hours,
Light cannot be seen
With these eyes of ours,
Nor by ordinary means.
In the darkest of minutes,
Light can be seen inside;
It will guide us through labyrinths.
It is found where our spirit resides.
Yes yes!!! Oh, thank
Yes yes!!! Oh, thank you...you have inspired me!!! I will link your poem to mine. Not just yet, maybe later tonite or tomorrow..very busy right now!! I love this!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you, lol
Thank you, lol