Day 32: 17 January 2024
50 poems a dayIn the hush of night, as stars softly gleam,
I return home to find you in dream.
A day apart, and longing takes flight,
I've missed your face, bathed in moonlight.
Silent whispers in the shadows weep,
As your slumbering form, my heart keeps.
In the quietude, love's yearning grows,
Your sleeping face, the night's sweet prose.
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