When asked within
Past solitude
To guide a path
The cruel moon
Prying eyes
Glittering stars
A quiet night
Vibrating sighs.
No tears as yet
The hour strokes
The loneliness
Its bitterness stoked
The miles between
In leaps and bounds
A damning map
Each mile invoked.
Scented air
That teases time
A cuffed embrace
A flowing wine
Intoxicates thought
Caught between
Reality and
This stifled dream.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This one took me away! 🤩🕊️🙏
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