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Lost spirits, dancing, in midair flight,
No shadows cast, beneath the light
Of a street lamp, in the dewy mist,
Lingering softly, like a sweetened kiss
Stuck in limbo, they forage the Earth
Longing, praying, for their own rebirth
Though nothing here, is worth the tally,
Too many have gathered, in the alley
Harrowing screams, and chilling groans
Covered in dirt, these skeletal bones
They hope for more, but circumstances
Just don’t allow them, second chances
So hover they must, no place to land
Their presence, no longer in demand
Forced to move on, to find their place
Where eternity rests, without a trace
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 