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Long For The Night.

How long is there to wait?|

In dreams I see the day the morning fades|

Night brings me once again closer|

And so I chase dusk into dark|

For days seem long when you long for the night|
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  1. The Anonymous BloggerJune 11, 2012 at 5:32 AM

    Wow this is such a deep and meaningful poem.

    You are really talented!

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  2. AnonymousJune 13, 2012 at 9:12 AM

    I love this, it is the peace and quiet that night brings. Great poem, that last line is so perfectly said...

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    1. Edgar VillatoroJune 14, 2012 at 10:43 AM

      Thanks. I wrote this on one of those sleepless nights. I am thankful I couldn't sleep that night. Because I got a good poem out of it.

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  3. Philippa DrakeSeptember 17, 2012 at 4:35 AM

    A very profound poem.

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