Category : Poems

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It's 10 past 2 
Shall I call it midnight
Or the birth of morning

What ever it might be
But, I'm quite sure
Its an odd hour

Whole world under 
The black blanket
Torn, tired, broken and afraid

And at this odd hour
Let me share a secret
Many even things happen

I often find solace in darkness
Peace hidden in the night
Asking me, 'Do you need me?'

But, I can't reply straight forward
For the morning standing out
At my door whispering,  'I've got a hope'

And in want of hope
The naked hope, in the daylight
I often face loss

Wishing I would have listen to the night
I would have hid under the black blanket
At the odd hour, in an odd way....

--pallmaroof