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Poetry: Love Poems

Wisps of Something

Wisps of something airy lightly
Wake me slowly, wake me gently,
Brush across my face while sleeping,
Wake me from my dreams of weeping.

"What bright creature, elven being,
Steals in on me? Hear my pleading!

Aging bones resist the turning,
Tired eyes for answers yearning
Strain to see within the darkness
Why this less than rude awakening.

"What has stirred me, do not leave lest
Sleep engulf me.
Do not leave me."


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