Lilac in the darkness where love dwelled

The afternoon is ended but the sky
Is lilac in the darkness where doves dwell
The neon lights of town are raised up high
The afternoon is ended at the sky
They  call to me, why did he need to die?
No poet nor priest  can own the words to tell
The afternoon is ended but the sky
Shows lilac in the darkness where love dwelled

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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