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All night, wind ragged as rain blew.
And the moon is seen as a squire view.
To be a mentor to the cutting wind.
In the sky, a single moon might askew. 

Oh, hurry to the lake in the wild.
Both the lady and the bird sighed. 
If only we'd ever loved each other!
If all they've done is look in mind.

 Utterance cracks as we become older. 
A lighted match's rosy cheeks, blusher. 
A sun storm raged underneath the ground. ?
I clean our crystal skulls with a safe utter.

I ramble with most of yesterday's wound.
Along the ragged edges of a river round.
Among the hopes that will never realize
It was only me, my last day, and my hound.

But yet, doesn't all life exist to demise?
Can't the sun have some night bronze?
Isn't it all promise that flickers so dimly?
When faced with the stout dawn rise?

It's likely that the odds aren't so dreary.
But some, we will have to fight certainly.
Surrounded by the lowland meadow.
So I dare to daydream to attain victory.


Written: October 5, 2021

''R'' Contest, New Or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France.

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