Absence

 
 
118
 
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 dark night
closes in, stifling
the longing, hidden
 
in a forgotten room,
thoughts becoming
enmeshed
 
in silent unknowing,
while all sense of time
is driven
 
away, not thinking
what can possibly repair
this tear, this empty
 
waiting…..
for the slate sky
to announce
 
the moonrise.
 
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
 

For The Sunday Whirl ‘ Wordle # 118’