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Of Dawn In Twilight
by Deborah Russell
Thoughts - passing through an early eventide
When dreams of far away, I would imbibe
The clouds have formed opinions unlike mine
to interrupt the poem I wished to read
Straight on, to confront this insistent form
I find myself unchanged although forewarned
The moment’s taste - love’s scattered, bitter seed
This literal oasis that I seek
A loosened cloak, a kiss upon the cheek
Must I assume that all is lost in war
if I have lost all those I should adore
Or love again to feel and chance to speak?
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