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Silence fills my empty room

no breath is heard 

but mine.

I long to hear another's voice

yet never hear a word.

And the clock ticks on

just wasting time.

Held against the midnight sky

a lone star peeping

then retreating.

Through the dark etched 

winter trees careless winds

are brushing by.

On the air a lonesome note

as sweetly falls the robins tune.

This lovers song calls

from his heart

serenading to the moon-

and me.