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The dusk had drawn;
The retreat of the fair fawn
With the last image of him gone
Took me only as his little pawn
As day do rise from heap
You came ashore from ocean's keep
Lit the light I hid so deep
Kept me up from the longest sleep
Your wandering eyes that opted spark
Lead me out from the corner of dark
The way you call and talk to me
Feels like a flash of eternity
The smile you wear every little while
Keeps me from retreating once more;
Retreating like a fawn out of tile
Who thought love will only pass by
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
