The Realm for Poets

For some poets the night is the perfect sphere with pen and paper in hand come to die in agony and be born again healed. Micheline Jean Louis

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  1. As into desperate darkness the pen finds all that so screams in the light
    Is gone to fearful silence in the blissful serene of the night
    A place where creative freedom bleeds pain into suffering soaked writes

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