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Evening Drops
(originally printed in Hours in Orchestration
 appearing in PGI Volume Two)

Tears touch
The tenderness
Of others
When they
Are exterior;
But when
There is
No light
In their liquid,
They must
Melt into
The self;
And in that
Nocturnal world
The candle
Of some
Melancholy man
Burns in
The midnight
Of life.


Timothy Hodor

This poem is appearing in the Poetry Journal
Premiere Generation Ink. Volume 1 Number 2

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