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Nightfall (Villanelle) by Niphredil

I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree The branches swaying slowly to and fro As weather-worn caresses sigh to me. The gray-cloaked sky is all that I can see, Sketching shadow contours with a pale glow. I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree. And now that it is late and I am free, I cannot bring myself to turn and go Yet weather-worn caresses sigh to me. My thoughts float up from darkness silently And all of time does not suffice; although I lie beneath a darkling cedar tree. The day grows dimmer; daylight turns to flee, And in its wake fall silent wisps of snow As weather-worn caresses sigh to me. No prayers left to say; no ardent plea, Necessity had faded long ago. So soft beneath a snowy cedar tree As weather-worn caresses sigh to me.

INTRANSIT 1-Jan-06/12:10 PM
What are you? 100% Vulcan? If every poem were perfectly logical, would they be poems anymore? I think not. They would be Wapiti.
Either you've been spending too much time discussing certain things with a certain group or you need a heavy dose of Uhura.




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