In the waking hour
fear floods in,
chokes hope’s power.
In the witching hour
hope sings out,
drowns fear’s clamour.
beeblu blog
life, or something like it, in poetry and photos
In the waking hour
fear floods in,
chokes hope’s power.
In the witching hour
hope sings out,
drowns fear’s clamour.
beeblu blog 
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