Night, Finally
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Alexandra Lehmann, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2020
The sun that scorches the tips of my shoulders
I do not live on behalf of him
Nor do I live for the hollow morning
In which monotony takes charge
I live for the wind that howls at my window
On a night so stormy and cold
Complemented by the heavy eyelids
That accompany a battle's end.