The winter night was dawning
Folded in sheets, catching some zzzs
Was it heaven?
I was nearly eleven,my youth just flaring
Scenes unfolding behind my eyelids like mimosa under touch
Painting vivid images like an artist on canvas
Eleven wonders I saw,nine already foregone
Eleven wonders, the tenth proceeding
Depicting an inevitable end
The master's coming near
With the tenth ending, we are truly nigh eleven
Nigh Eleven
Nathan Assan
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Poem topics: heaven, night, winter, touch, master, youth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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