"...But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-coloured,
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me,
Sprang up and flamed—orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!" ---Summer Rain, Amy Lowell
those songs make me sad
and my heart feels
heavy with tears
I wish I could know
how to appease it
but I just sit here
in the darkness
as the hands of the clock
progress through
the night.
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