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Cold winter night

And on a lonely seat in a cold winter night where it all began. Yearning for what once was, but not still and never again.

Was it hope bewitching my mind. Thinking all ache has passed. Or was it true serenity that was too rare to last.

In the dark of night my mind wanders free. Seeking a relief beyond my reach.

Then the day comes and it's darker still. Though the sun shines bright, my sunrise is lost within.

On a lonely seat in a cold winter night where it all began. My soul lies waiting to hold you tight yet again. 

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 25th Aug 2021 18:51

Lamenting loss & loneliness on a cold winters night, as so many do. Lovely stuff

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