“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
Now, Let Me Go
As my mind would began to race,
And the confusion quickly set in
I knew of only one place,
It was a place I’d often been
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Every Dream Is Real
They’ve waited a lifetime,
Albeit, the years few
This hour sublime,
It’s which they pursue
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That Last Night
A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor.
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
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October's Last Day
Ah!, for this night I’ve long been waiting, patiently with such a tired mind anticipating, for everything which it holds in store, a night of deceit and surprise, as this town watches while the pale moonlight
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