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1d
i sleep through the night,
           my dreams aching, full of light

will they ever know peace,
           as my soul yearns for release

i tread under bright moonlight,
       a river clearing the fog of my sight

in utter stillness,
         i take in the glistening scenery…

where is the home i miss,
    only remembered in drunken bliss.
first ever poem :)
rita
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