Sep 9, 2022
1 min read
A Child’s Rhymes from Other Times
Quatrains from a boy’s notebook
Nightchild 1
I am no child
to woo the night.
I am not darkness,
nor am I light.
Give me your hand,
so large, so fine.
Your hand is cold —
colder than mine.
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