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So far she slips, away again;
Over the edge and down she falls.
Deep into a lifeless glen;
'Tis there she waits - from darkness calls.
...

Why bring such pain to those we love so dear?
The day you heard their voice first sing, why rue,
When heart and mind does yearn to feel them near
And eyes would light the stars to see them through?
...

She longs to touch the farthest lands,
The ice-capped tops, the salt-soaked sands.
Her longing makes him better fare
To know her craving brown eyes bear
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I wouldn't call myself a poet but I do find myself writing poems from time to time. Although I am fairly inexperienced, I would like to share some of my pieces with you. I hope you enjoy some of them...)

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So Far She Slips, Away Again

So far she slips, away again;
Over the edge and down she falls.
Deep into a lifeless glen;
'Tis there she waits - from darkness calls.
Her lover's ear now far away;
His hope has faded, come undone.
Await she night to bring the day
But in this place dawn does not come.

One day her plight may pass, in time
That light may start to glow and then
New men may come and some may pine
To feed her starving heart again.

And though she n'ere did cheat nor sin
Her truest love o' once still dead.
Long carried by the valley wind:
New hope, new life, new love - new dread.

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