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The sight of plight turned alight
He, who thought she’d be a wight
A smile under a comb of white
Strands aflow, shining bright
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“This is strange,” he thought
A streak of joy he never sought
It was as if his soul just bought
The air of warmth the new girl brought
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What frost the gloom of his world has
Turned fresh by fireflies come amass
The heat of love he never knew was
From leer to stare as heavens pause
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But when he realized what he has felt
“Perhaps a spell the child has dealt?”
Before he wakes bound in a belt
“Let go before I wield a welt.”
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Night at Sunrise
PoetryLost but courageous, a little girl searches for her pet cat in a world of troubled gloom, where she meets a man, masked in blinding darkness. This was written and posted on NearGroup, and as per a request, I decided to post it here.
