I left the window open
In came the night
The day escaped my clutches
Flew away with light
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I like that very much
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Glad to hear that.
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Ah, you shed a little light.
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Only after losing some.
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This is perfect.
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Thank you
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Thank god the night just keep his mouth. I like the short poem. Let it never become day again.
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Very cleverly written!!!
I think this is my favourite of this kind 😋
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Thank you
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Oh, so clever!
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Thank you
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You are such and elegant poet!
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Thank you
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Night time is the best time.
It’s Dark.
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Hi, Frank, your poems really light up my world. I am an Chinese college student. Last week we learned a new phrase “a flash in the pan”, here’s a poem I composed titled with that. Hope you like it and maybe you ca give me some comments. Thank you!
I wish I were a slice of light,
Upon your lip,
Stamp my sojourn until late night.
Across your face spread a sign,
Beneath your lie,
Left my steps over skyline.
When Luna in a dress of starry perfume,
In saecula saeculorum,
Ignored the elephant in the room.
All that flushed the best-laid plan,
No more than,
Dwelt within a flash in the pan.
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It does sound good.
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Thank you, Frank, and that means a lot to me.
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Welcome and keep it up
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Boiled right down to the delicious essence.
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Lovely words… without having to make an effort I can recite these words from memory…
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Thanks. That’s how I wrote it too
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Love the visual!!
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Thanks
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Frank, to set a trap,
for the night crawler,
just use some gin.
(The gin is for you
. . . not him!)
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Haha. I know. I know
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I love this!!
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Thank you
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🙂
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For goodness sake Frank.
Put some bars on that window.
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I would but the night would still crawl in
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Beautifully penned!👏
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Thank you
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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