My Reader

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Through my pen that ached
A few ashfalls ago
The ancient poetry that's left
Remains the waves and seashores

And finally, your eyes touched my words
My fears conceal
I can't comprehend
What you have done
Has reversed time

You felt what it was to be a poem
My reader, in the darkest night, shone
In words expressed with affection
My heart isn't alone

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