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The Bitter Night of the Soul

The Bitter Night of the Soul

A large full moon

Bathes the earth

Giving shape to fields and hedges

Defining roads and buildings

All is closing for the night

Growing still, quiet in the darkness

There are no fierce flashes of light

There are no sudden explosions

People do not run, in fear

Children are not crying

Calling for their mothers

In the churchyard

Of a small English village

The Ukrainian flag flies

To show solidarity

To show our support

To share a little of your pain

If we can during this

Bitter night of the soul

 

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 27th Feb 2022 16:00

A very moving poem, Brenda.

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Greg Freeman

Sun 27th Feb 2022 15:17

Thank you for this poem, Brenda.

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