Two Short Poems

Spells cast,
Enchanting the sky
Darkened clouds
Slowly role by
Wind swept
Through my hair
Cool breeze
Of midnight air
Crisp clean feeling
Trickles down my spine
Hold your hand
Lock your fingers with mine.
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Faint Light in the darkened sky
Don't let it burn out;
Our last hope die
Wither away,
Slowly
Slowly
Turn into nothing
Lonely
So lonely

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