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I wrote your name
in shades of winter blue
curled against the margin
of a page
evening come
to claim my days –
but worried not the heart
and more than once
the ink was pressed –
to wonder
why you came

a question
left unanswered –
as dreaming fell to night
mesmerized by places
lifetimes gone
stars I know
they sparkle there –
brush the same dark sky
flickers falling
all these miles
from home

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