Oh, mystery and intrigue just after midnight,
Arriving just as chime of twelfth ends day,
Beckons new arrival under covers,
Awaits till sleepers rise to enter fray,
Into what’s unknown in all tomorrows,
Pending, abundant, at last strike,
The second that one ends and time begins again,
Oh, mystery, intrigue, new day on night.
Oh Love this. So intriguing……
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Thanks, Cindy. 🙂
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I love your poetry… thank you.
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Thank you, DAF! 🙂
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This has a very Gothic feel about it, Anne-Marie – definitely a touch of Poe.
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Well seen I deal with kids when my first thought was Teletubbies! Thanks, Chris. 🙂
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