Do Not Go into Artificial Light
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
Do not go into artificial light, Our lamps can bring an end to fragile life; Fly, fly away into the shrouded night. Your passion
You reflect happily on times gone by, On parents that raised you the best they could. Her early life was damaged; you won’t pry.