One more word from thee
Before the night is full
And I shall rest in writing prose
The teasing light dips ever lower
And to my bright spot I can’t help but glower
For it shrinks too as night fills black
A moon halving quartering gone slack
Ah, but new days bring happy song
Of all the birds in all the throng
But
One more word from thee…
The Hunger
AbyKittiwake 
The title is apt for the poem. Beautifully penned.
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Thank you.
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