Best Poem of R W Burke

Night Spirit
In fine fragile filaments her image is cast
No more than a shimmer 'gainst sky dark and vast
As night silence summons her innocent face
Like a moth to a flame she is drawn to this place
Delicate steps through the darkest of hours
Bring this young apparition from her ivory towers

She pirouettes . . .
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The Passage Of Time
As children, with birthdays just once a year
It seemed like an age before another was near
There were parties and presents, balloons and a cake
Gifts for our siblings at home we would make
Movies at cinemas with plush velvet seats
Day trips, adventures and all kinds of treats
These things provided, our lives, a . . .
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