Oh, how I long
For quiet days
And pensive mornings,
Winter ways
And season's greetings.
Still, I long
For cold air
And cozy feelings,
Soft sounds
And soothing things.
And yet,
I find
That I long for thee,
And mostly thee,
All of my days
And all of my mornings,
For always
And more than greetings,
More than cold air
And cozy feelings,
More than soft sounds
And soothing things.
I long for thee
Most of all.
Please find your way
To me.
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Musings of a Late Night Sleeper
PoetryJust some poetry. Some serious. Some not. Some free-verse. Some not. All from my mind. Will be adding poems to it frequently.
