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they come at night like forgettable dreams,
and disappear like the trees behind morning mist,
they cry and scream and sneer away,
silently in the moonlight
but none is awake to realise
the agony that brewed within their minds
— the night criers
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Honeypot | poems
Poetry❝ honey and milk in a golden pot ❞ collection of amatuer poems by naira arden. © honeygolds 2019
