Let There Be Light
I don’t mind the cold or that white stuff they call snow
What I mind is the lack of light, if it’s forty days in a row.
Something kicks in, some hibernational urge
And I find myself laying in bed
Snoring a symphonic dirge
– A.R. Clayton
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INTJ female writer setting out to become a published author of contemporary literature. Writing includes horror/mystery, young adult fantasy and science fiction.
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Your poem was recommended on our indie Wednesday post. I found it wonderful and had to share.
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🙂 Congrats on the share. May be ’cause you weren’t that terrible…
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Thanks! Aw haha.
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