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Poetry & Prose

Restless

The night comes
and quiet,
the world sleeps
and finally,
remnants of peace.
Nothing can touch me
or so it seems
but a restless spirit
that binds me.
Mind wanders
through days forgotten
old lovers shadow
the face of new,
fast forward through
lost tomorrows.
Promises spent in youth.


C.V.B. October 15, 2001

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