A single note from distant horn
played a tone inside my dream,
The floodgates opened
with mail galore,
at least – twas what it seemed.
Some lonely face had read my blog
and they – inspired so –
Came out from neith the cyber woods
just to let me know.
The speckled moth that flitters by
takes with him – my attention,
In moments brief I ask him why,
he gave me not a mention.
We cannot know the other side
yet feel them now and then,
When notes are played in distant horns
and life begins again.
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