Dark are my nights.
As sun sets in the morning
Darker are my days.
my fingers typed these lines at a time when I was going through a very difficult phase. My entire family. Whenever I read these lines, I feel reliving those days.
that sorrow reached out from the words of this poem and made me catch my breath at the pain and the perfect visual symbol for it---a sun setting in the morning--- this is a piece of great writing, my friend
Thank you Susie. My agonies would have been nothing, compared to what you endure. May God be with you, Susie
Poet Amber Piercy has added this poem to her favourites. Thank You, my dear poet
It is a dark day when the sun sets in the morning. When Mt St. Helen's blew I remember the sun being shut out in the morning by clouds of falling ash that darkened the whole day. The effects were lasting! An emotional Mt. St. Helen's is just as lasting! I've been there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply excellent.....thank u, dear poet....
How do I express my gratitude to you, dear poet?