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Monday 6 May 2013

The Shadowed Light


Wherefore lies the candle's light

After the hearth has died?

Mem'ries of your so-soft skin but

Sharpens the stones 'neath my bones,

Your scent but cruel illusion

Twixt sweet dream & morning.

Still I'll not complain or moan,

Recalling scant days together

Is enough to ease these years alone.

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