It was a year and an hour
When I poured out my sorrow
To the one I believe
I ween,
But strangeness uttered
The words I hovered
Once, That time
I dreamed.
To her fragile ear
And truant heart
I gave my words
A try,
No answer came
But smiles and gestures
Of desperate
Goodbyes.
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