Notes About The Poem
was watching headlights in a fog
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Eyes gliding in the
fog,
Turning and merging
Flowing from and to
a steading
stream
Their hazy yellow
glare
'Midst swirling
specks
'Neath lamps spaced
like stones
across a void.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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