Yearnings Stillborn
slate gray day's
nocturnal mood
souls sensitive
often brood
upon nature's
whimsy, caprice
yearnings stillborn
know no peace
darkness settles
in forest, meadows
'pon every plateau ~
doused, flames' embers
in shuttered chateaus
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