I lie here in the dark,
wind blowing softly across my skin
somewhere in the trees
sounds the whisper of a lark
Melancholy is my mood
alone in the night
longing for the gentle touch
to make everything alright
Empty place beside me
pillow plump and white
missing someone special
to cling to in the night
Lonely winds blowing
curtains billow in the breeze
Dreams are only fleeting
in twilight they do tease
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