Ere I lingered
longing inward
had I heard
a dreaming cry
Some lost night
restless yearning
set the wheels
onward turning
Ominous tides
there bespoke
in deep tones
and echoes broken
Still I wandered
the path beset
with hope squandered
and harsh regrets
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Reaching Past Winter
PoetryA new collection of poetry by the author, Michael J Tyger.
