A Reading of You

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I read on
Deep in the imaginings
Of the cold winters morning
I lose me….

Gone the smile, the happiness, the dream,
Come the moment, lost I seem,
Dressed to kill and naked lie,
Dreaming of my loves gone by,
‘Tis but a lucid, momentary thought,
That task to do, the one I ought,
Yet here I lie, in sheets of blue,
Wait, with bated breath, for you.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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