Peter Lee Poems

Finally comes the peace, rests the fluctuation
And, genteelly, wanes the beats.

The finger across the grip settles;
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On the desk, the bottle stands.
Slowly drops the tear the lid
Failed to grab.
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Thou passed by, thy smile dancing,
But, look, the sun gave up its light
Where Night arrived.
Thy ivory face's hiding.
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Those words, they're far more
To build a wall standing.

They block the first month
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Flicking tears, through the gap of two pieces
Curtains, spilled on the rosewood,
Fleeting toward the deep.
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They spun around chagrined,
Wailed through windows blue,
Those that swung with wind.
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