I cannot sleep
but thoughts
of you nibble
into my soul.
Every night
you are there
in my dreams.
Where shall
we go tonight
my love? Another
flight of pure fancy.
Yet again I wake
to the hard truth;
you are no longer
here.
Benita H. Kape (c) 8.2.2022
Tonight for d/Verse https://dversepoets.com/2022/02/07/quadrille-145/. We are given the word nibble to make a quadrille: a 44 word poem.
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