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A Poem by Renee

Renee Morway
As the pounding of midnight rain
Mutes the cricket's unnerving song,
My aching mind knows no refrain
From a haunting, desperately long.

Snickering in the pale halo of the moon,
Love's secrets lurk in grand disguise.
The stare that captures them too soon,
Condemns the soul to tainted eyes

Why did I look? Why did I care?
Fools earn their own lasting despair!

Amid a wretched lone wolf's howl
My yearning heart decays, alone.
The teardrops of the wisest owl
Fall, languidly, mourning that which is forever gone.

Published by Renee Morway

From the skyscrapers of NYC, I face strength. From the people of NYC, I gain understanding. And from the heart of NYC, I feel inspiration. So, I tend to write about the city quite a bit.  View profile

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