Short Sweepy Poems

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....

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