~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Why does she come alive,
When the rest of the world,
Sleeps?
Was she forever destined,
To be amongst the stars,
And moon?
Tired by day, inspired by night,
Exhaustion, revived by the arrival,
Of midnight.
Why does she come alive,
When the rest of the world,
Sleeps?
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~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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