Today, I reflect upon an older poem from my past:

I think of you

From afar

Like teardrops from

The morning star

A fly on the wall

Sits and thinks

An untold lover

Slowly sinks

A shadow is thrown

Across the room

An unknown god

Is hurt with gloom

Starless nights echo

The winds soft cry

A roadbound turtle

Hoping to die

You fade away

With the morning mist

An unturned cheek

Without my kiss

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