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restme

days
are but a poem penned
years no longer matter
the sun
is setting low
beneath the pines

waiting there
the anxious moon
to fill her nights
with wonder
her every want – a magic
fell to rhyme

lay me here
stay me here –
in mystery made sweeter
wrap my wish
in memory
– a crush of love
divine

. . .