Stephen S. Yeandle
Solitary Night’s - Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle
Like the faint distant intimacy
of musical notes,
more evident by their remoteness.
She lingers in the recesses,
an imbalance to his symmetry.
The night translates
The quite resolute
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