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Most poems I 'write' are very short and almost always written in the middle of the night when I cannot sleep.

Insomnia #1

Me_collby Christopher Lamb14 Nov 2014

Hush. It is not yet five.
Silent, except for the probing wind against the trembling pane,
Once, all the world would have sheltered so, unalive.
And in some kinder epoch so it shall, once again.