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Minds Ease

As sweepy wind blew against my door, A sudden ghostly chill began to sweep the floor. Wrapping the table leg, I watched as it climbed; whipping my candles flame, I heard its whispered plea. Rest your mind dear boy, the pen has become weary. Allow yourself one nights final wink, before you become dreary. She is all I dream of and I write to forget her. Rest will not put my mind at ease, nor my heart will it please.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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