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“Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”
— Thomas Gray —

Part 2: A Friend

The sun shone brightly, greeted with a smile,
As Nature came alive, he could not help
But think of old acquaintances and friends
Who may or may not be: — A chance to meet
With those he knew … to take them by surprise —
Perhaps himself, or others bid farewell.
[…]

O’ Night!

O’ Night! Sad looking down ‘pon me —
The moon outshines the sulking stars,
Yet what is light that cannot be? —
A melancholic feeling mars
Emotions — those we cannot see.
[…]