The Window

by Chris Bescher * - Not entered

When its open during dawn the bright yellow light 
of the sun gleams in and at night the bright white  
light of the moon glows as it travels through your 
bedroom, but when there is blinds blocking the light

THERE IS NOTHING.................................
but darkness itself.

Reason for writing:

    My friends told me this was a good poem plus they chose it out of 
my 30 poems I have wrote.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-03-18 17:46:48
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:05
Poem ID: 49074

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