Darkness left upon this hour,
where the stars don't bloom,
and the silent moon,
beyond this sky
does flower.
Haze across a blackened sea,
where the waves are still,
and a Midnight Chill,
wanders,
fresh and free.
Wrote this in Greece, about the view and atmosphere from the balcony I was sat on ...at Midnight, obviously***Apologies for this one having a similar title to Midnight Whispers!*** Charley xxx
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Reviews of "Midnight Chill"
Reviewed by Matthew Wright (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Yes, I felt that chill too. I like the rhythm. Good poetry :o)
Reviewed by Sally Montoye (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Oh, I could feel it. Thanks for the mini trip. Blessings!
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