Karl Stuart Kline

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The Widower - Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

The full moon beckons
To my heart
And clutches that most
Important part

With dark dreams of those
Lonely nights
And a lovely lady that
Fades from sight

Fantasies that now fade
With daylight
And make me yearn again
for the night.

Now I’m drawing the shade
And locking the door,
So, in my loneliness,
I can Dream some more.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010



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