Cfrates's Saved Poems

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
 
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
 
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When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast.

We've learned that quiet isn't always peace and the norms and notions of what just is,...