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Midnight Heaven

Why do I feel like crying
When his arms would rush to comfort me?
When his heart beats alone for me,
Despite his love,
Alone against myself.
If he surrounds me,
I am still caged within myself.
Then he catches my mind's gaze,
Says "Look, There is beauty."
And all is still again.
And all is peace again.
The lulled hush of the midnight heavens,
And the beauty of a star,
Takes me - from myself,
Into his domain again.


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◄ Genesis

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 4th Jun 2021 03:33

Thank you Stephen.

Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 3rd Jun 2021 17:34

A lovely poem, Aviva.

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