Dark sweet night
upon the windowsill you lay
watching shadows cross the yard
where children used to play
swing ruffled by the wind
rusted chain gives a sigh
listening closely for voices
as they whisper, passing by
years have stretched the canvas
on which my faith was based
watching all the avenues
of hope, become erased
ghosts of that laughter
echo inside my heart
ninety seven years of memories
swarm , as I depart
on this wind swept night
my head rests on that windows sill
the mist curtains my eyes
of this life, I've lost the will
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