A Nighttime Of Solitude
J James B. Earley
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Waking-up with enthusiasm
Where he lay down forlorn
.....A nighttime of solitude
Now rejuvenated...'twas borne
By the reasoning where slumber
Grasped thoughts as they flew
...Rearranging....that pathway
Having long gone askew
....The morrow....the victor
Where yesterday's despair...
What once thought impossible
Night's slumber...cleared the air
....Mentally...the packed....bags
Varied belongings and such
....All returned to their places
Wondering how...he'd lost touch
....Of the gifts all so precious
Yet so shamelessly ignored
....A few weeks of passion
Disgracefully.....explored
....She lay there...a-sleeping
As he thought it all through...
The accomplishments together
...Collectively....they knew
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After a nighttime of solitude
....The morning......reborn
For he woke-up with enthusiasm
.....Where....he once lay...forlorn
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