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When day becomes night, igniting a flare

As the sun sets its light, with nary a care

Where the shadows grow dark, no more fire aglow

Extinguishing the spark, slowly setting, below

When the rhythm of rhymes, are thoughts in my head

And the light from the moon shine, is silently shed

If you listen, you’ll hear such a sweet harmony

Of words finding life, taking flight, freeing me



Poem & Photo ©2015 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved