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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
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
