Gone
A drip of morning dew explodes on my ear.
Startled I wake and you are no where near.
Where have you gone?
My white robed queen!?
Oh, I remember to the other side of the earth.
So tonight for my eyes you may rise again.
Shinning your love into the fiber of my being.
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