'Stolen Hour'
it was 3am and all was asleep the world was black and cold only when the sun was down and the wind sang a mournful song the city stars were distant eyes i'd be swaying to the sounds the air smelled of a far-off sea where you are still, awaiting me with the breeze in your hair and the moon in your eyes we exist within our memories of a 3am when i felt alive freed from the sun's burn i hold our stolen hour insidesonnet. this is a challenge poem. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 10:10 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"it was 3am and all was asleep ..."