Arthur Q. Kromwelle Poems

Somewhere in Paris
A quaint café.
Quiet and soundless
A starry night
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silent moon it sits and waits
oh the depth of which I cannot fathom
desperate toll and chasing wind
the sun left stranded in the night
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The roads I have travelled are many and far
Often quite dangerous, over rivers they spawned
And so I moved onward, and forward I pushed
On the road I have taken
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When the night settles down
and I left alone
I fend off the thoughts of you
The thoughts that leak into
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Success - it wasn’t mine for the taking
Not always
But when it was, oh how it was.
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