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A Midnight Hour A midnight hour spawned the sight of ghostly specters, all in white. They shimmered in the corners where their moans and sighings filled the air. I bade them all be gone from me but was ignored I soon could see. I wondered why they had appeared and as approach of morning neared, I watched them fade away until my room was empty and quite still. Is this an omen I should fear and will they ever reappear? I have a feeling that they might upon some other sleepless night. They are the dreams that didn't grow. They are the secrets that I know. They are regrets for things that I had planned to do, but didn't try. |
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