In early evening the cell flares up.
Thin shadows slide down the gray walls.
He who cries out in mutiny exhausts into a dream.
The brown stillness sweeps over like a gentle wave.
And often a frosted light fills the choked room.
Figures beckon you to the spiritless circle
where the dance of the heavy coats dissolves into silence,
where dawn breaks into a ringing of bells.
Twilight
Ernst Toller
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Poem topics: dance, dream, light, silence, evening, gentle, room, brown, early, heavy, circle, dawn, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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