TITLE: Midnight Processional/revised
By cathy nethercutt
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Dark clouds file past an even darker sky,
Mourning at midnight, but Iím not sure why.
Maybe this earth has met its death at lastÖ
Or, perhaps they mourn something from the past.
Though they seem to pass in silence now,
Their sobs still echo in the dark, somehow.
The moon and stars blink back luminous tears,
And sadness reaches back, beyond the years.
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