Mile Marker MCCXXVII|
Wait in the darkness of the night,
listen to waning moon's last sigh.
Calling in vain for stars to try,
and recreate wonders of sight.
Reviewing terms no longer fight,
collecting tears morning will cry.
Fate raced the wind and touched the sky,
giving love promised wings of flight. . .
Deception rising with the sun,
trapped in the perfection of one.
Lingering shadows chill the day,
memory's refusal to die.
Time briefly looked the other way,
love faced the wind and learned to fly. . .
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