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Poem: abound

I don’t want to sleep tonight
there’s nothing left to dream
 
Tell me pretty stories Dear
illustrate a scene
 
Take me back to time long past
when stories were a treat
 
I’ll close my eyes and listen close
until the dawn we greet
 
Take me back to times of yore
where love did still abound
 
When in your eyes I could see
reflected treasure found

(2015)

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