An Love Agony At 10:30

An Love Agony At 10:30 short poem

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At 10:30,
Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark,
The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark,
At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked.
I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street,
exulted my isolated heart.
My soul sang, my body danced,
the longing ended, desperate for having my lover’s glance.
O! the perfume of him that mingled in air , I felt ,
O! the sound of his gentle cough , I am acquainted.
O ! The heavenly night with him, that I would deal.
But O despair heart , you knitted the false assumption.
The perfume you smelt, the steps you heard ,
Just fictional dreams and false perceptions.
Oh ! Control your glistening tears.
Yet, loose you stretched arms , blink your awaited sight ,
The lover of yours , cannot reach here in the darkened night.

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