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Amelia: windows.

by Andrew S Adams

as i stare out into the dark of
endless midnight
a cool wind winds its
way through my window
and i can almost smell
the scent of
her hair from here,
but this distance is

infinite if beyond
nothing, (which it is)
as from her window i can
hear the shouts of drunken
from my window
she can hear my longing manifest
itself within the notes of a song
sung by sighs of melancholy longing;

but i smile to think
that before too long
perhaps this infinty
will dissipate, and i
will wake tomorrow
with my love lain next to me.


Posted on 09/18/2005
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

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