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And I no longer Hear the sound

They're all asleep!

Darkness, has done it's job.

I'm consumed, by passion!

But full, of loneliness.

My mood, is of.... expectations.

Though my table, set for one!

Like a lonely lover.

I'm waiting, for the night.... to leave.

For I yearn, the coming.... of, the sunrise.

And it's healing rays.

To warm, this chilled heart.

And dry, my frozen tears.

For that I crave....

I need, the sound... 

of laughter!

Giajl © Jim Love