Twinkling voices I hear at night, lingering bright emotion Swindling man standing by he fights my eyes, tokens He takes a glance, I give a pass, for him to take them Charging quickly, leaving ahead, his journey's important Twenty-eight days have passed, I have not seen him The night darkens at last, I yearn to see him Where could he be, this hour, I want to meet him Standing up, lift the dress, I go to seek him Mountains I saw, become oppressed The test I see lies in the West Flee ahead, bobbing saddles stuck in ropes Mercy is at hand, waiting there has killed my hopes Leave the horse, run on my knees and charge ahead An ending approaching, I've passed the test Come Mr. Gentleman, arrive here at once I've given you tokens, will you share some for lunch? Take my dress, carry me by hand Repay the favor, enchant me with one dance Dancing there, a final night waltzing hand in hand He took his horse and left, my dress floating in sand
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Writing this poem came out of mere coincidence; I wanted a poem so I wrote it. My family never thought something like this would occur. Getting to share something written is a blessing in itself and I am thankful for the opportunity. Expression comes through night and day, and I hope to have more work published in the near future, with bigger opportunities. For now, I'll continue to write with "expression" always in mind. Keep writing, always.