Waiting late at night,
For the suns first rays,
To break the midnight sky,
As the mockingbird flys,
High in the beams,
Of dawns first light...
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Cassie Ritch
I'm a writer of poetry, I don't write to any specific patterns or topics, I just write what feels right to me. Hopefully you all enjoy it too.
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