AN AUTHORS TALE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I love to write
In the still of the night
Where all is calm
Safe from harm
Locked doors
Closed windows
Ambers roaring
Pets are snoring
All content
It’s so pleasant
The brash
blue sky sleeps
The starry blanket creeps
Closed curtains of the day
Let all your troubles go away
Take a pen
The fresh ink you can smell
And heal yourself till your well
The words glide across the page
Feel the lifting of your rage
No matter what has occurred in your working day
The night is here now let it have its say
© Fiona Cummings
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