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Cup Of Contentment

The misty, night rain,
Soaking bare trees,
Bringing nourishment.
I stand at the window,
A steady beat echoes
Against the pane,
Solemn loneliness
Whistles in the wind,
All yearning brings...
Unrest.
Yellow moon rising,
Spilling, over the horizon,
Fill my cup with
Contentment.

(2014)

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