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The White Face In The Corner Of My Room

Darkness fills my room, as the sun surrenders its last light, serenity is often found, in the void of the night.

She brightens the emptiness, calls me from this dark place, beautiful in white, is the glow of her face.

She fills me with hope, her mission quite clear, removing all doubt, destroying my fear.

Her luminance fills my room, no evil can stand her glare, nothing can cause me harm, in her loving care.

Warmth fills me at the slight of her touch, if only humans could do so much.

As quickly as it starts, it seems to fade away, how I wish such love could permanently stay.

A smile before she leaves, as she releases my hand, we will meet again tomorrow night, in the shadow of my nightstand.

ronin67

@ronin67

Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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Excellent. 👏👏👍

Awesome I really love this 👏👏😘

Thank you all for reading it. May God bless.

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