Re Whined
Collar turned up to the evening breeze
Hair blowing into my eyes
cloud hiding moonlight long leaf pine trees
It’s only the lonely replies
late church bells ringing somebody singing
Sad song sung musings of someone else losing
Out here all alone in the dark
With the crickets and frogs
And occasional sound
Of far away laughter
Glass tinkling after
Soft whispers of leaves dancing sound
I’ll sit for a spell
In my own special hell
And wait for the world to go round
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