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The pitch dark, frozen night
Looks tranquil on the surface
Beautiful with countless stars
Or arduous with innumerable tears?
The charcoal black, frozen night
She sits on the bed, crying
Music playing in the dim-lit room;
Ghosts of her past
Putting up a romantic show.
The long, desolate, frozen night
Nostalgia like broken glass
Slits her heart and soul;
Her tears forsake her like a betrayer
She is left numb with night, her only companion.
This poem is written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night