Poetry from the Heart
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Why this fear of the
Why the deepening dread?
The black night signals danger;
beneath, my soul seems dead.
The streets are still and empty;
the crickets chirp their song.
And yet, the fear's persisting;
What is this sense of wrong?
Sometimes the night is beauty;
at times the stars are bright.
But then, a noise.....imagined?
Perhaps - but it's not right.
Then dawn, and birds are singing;
the streets alive with sound.
The noise again.....imagined.
The fear? Nowhere around...
-by Janis Fine
Always...publishing from the heart!
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Last updated: 05/04/13.