Night

The night has been long,

the eye follows, the land

Curtains forcing their will

Give me your hand

 

The night has been long,

Lying, thinking,

It is true,

You may write me down in history.

 

The night has been long,

When great trees fall,

When you see me sitting quietly,

I keep on dying again.

 

(Source : first line cento from poems of ‘Maya Angleou’, source text link : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YuEZ2gcTQw9SCJr9Gr7TjxA7FfdhXArD1CHJxVvvrVE/edit?usp=drivesdk )

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