Idle Musings

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Poetry

Far beyond the midnight hour,
I lie awake within my bower,
With a wish upon my lips,
I close my eyes and begin to slip
Into the shadows of the night,
As I ruminate upon my plight,
Ravaged by my foolish pining,
A spirit consumed, yet not shining,
Restless within my reveries,
A longing that yearns to be....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

as the title says, this poem was just an idle musing

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