Poem -


In dream filled nights
silvered moonlight falls
as down

Collecting in milky pools.
The rooftops sleeping in peaceful rains.
That is when they come to me .
Walking out of an autumn mist.
I see the lovers and the children
that never arrived.

The morning glory awaits the new day.
Preparing trumpets of white
To herald the loss of those
that never came.

A silent moon taunts my heart
With visions of those 
Who never were here.

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