Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Sleep (an acrostic poem)

Searching for you has become a quest

Lusting for your gentle touch

Every night I ponder where you have gone

Every day I realize how much I am diminished without you

Please come back.  I need you in my life

 

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