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''*Night*'' (Free verse) by youngweirdo

The wind is cold,but the air is hot, A mist seeps down and sweeps people up. The night has came, The moon is clear, The sky is dark beneath the fear. I hear a voice inside my dream, Its saying things which make me scream, They make me tremble, My body and soul. And its all in the night, When the wind is cold.

youngweirdo 18-Aug-02/5:00 AM
not evey single poem a person writes has to make sense.
so in a way this poem is a misuse of language but if you look at it in a certain way you would see that it is not meant to make sense and i dont think it ever will




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