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The title leaves a bit to be desired, but…
What do you think of this poem- and by that, I mean, how do you interpret it? What does it bring to mind? Perhaps tell me about the atmosphere it seems to create, if it gets the point across well.
I am eager for feedback.
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Friendship is the brightest day
with a softer, sweeter light,
a gift, to be held dear-
She, accustomed to the night
in utter isolation, dies,
all for her heart, so filled with the fear
that a tormenting sun would burn her eyes-
and leave her blind to love.

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