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Nov 22
A starless swart of night
has draped its murky veil
above my temple mount —
but the house of holies’
lifting light lingers on.

Its window eye shines bright
to lead upon the trail
that guides me to a fount —
its waters cool and ease
until new break of dawn.
Written by
Jack Groundhog  53/M/Potsdam, Germany
(53/M/Potsdam, Germany)   
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