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Aug 2020
Moth wings flicker
on a porch bare bulb,
The winds breath still,
the trees at peace,
Waiting for the dawn
to come within the hour.
All though my quiet heart
flicker thoughts of you,
But I shall wait perhaps
far longer than an hour
Written by
Ron
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