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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a quick thing I wrote up

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nightlight1220's picture

Yes yes!!! Oh, thank

Yes yes!!! Oh, thank 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!


...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. "


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Thank you, lol

Thank you, lol