This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Midnight Loneliness I listen to the wind, whispering through the autumn trees shaking their multicolored leaves onto the cold pavement. It is midnight, your memory slips into my mind hiding today's happiness like storm clouds hide the moonlight. I am alone! Forgotten and forlorn I wait for dawn to adorn my day with hope. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |