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Evening Dawns
Settling, the sun casts his golden rays
Through the window pane across disheveled sheets
Reaching out to you with yearning fingers.
His grip is loosened, slowly slipping away
With the rising of the moon, for she calls you
To places not shared with one such as I.
Through the window pane across disheveled sheets
Reaching out to you with yearning fingers.
His grip is loosened, slowly slipping away
With the rising of the moon, for she calls you
To places not shared with one such as I.
Published 7th May 2014
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