I rarely write
At night,
When the light
Grows dim.
For the line
Betwixt sleeper’s breath,
And death,
Is passing thin.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oooh Kevin. That gave me the chills!
I’m pleased you appreciate my poem, Lorraine. Have a good Tuesday. All the very best to you. Kevin
Thankyou Kevin. You have a good Tuesday too. Hope all is well with you.
Thank you, Lorraine. All is good with me. I’m still getting used though to the clocks having changed! Kevin
Oh I know. It is a weird feeling at this time of the year. It doesn’t feel so weird when the clocks go firwards.