When a feeling rise, only to sleep at dawn
Never awakening again at the first light
Because, her, whom we played with,
Returned not, in the high noon, when the agreed-hour passed
melancholy by.
Grieved I, the evening to sleep, knowing, she loved not me.
This memory wore me numb, could she not have played an hour
or more.
This feeling rose, despite my reasoning will to avoid
sailing her sea,
But now my ship is wrecked, and she came not with a kiss of
friendship,
To at least wish me well.
K.Oni
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