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Alone
Alone in my room,
on this cold winter's night,
I write my poetry,
by the moon's silvery light.
With no sound anywhere,
but the beat of my heart,
I sort out the day,
bit by bit, part by part.
Alone in the silence,
I think and I plan,
I write and remember,
the touch of his hand.
With sweet thoughts of him,
still locked in my head,
I hurry to the covers,
and the comforts of bed.
Alone in the night,
I shall close these tired eyes,
and see only the outline,
of tomorrow's bright skies.
Thank you Rich! Susan
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