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Once, in a lullaby

At night, the Ghost,
she sang to me
in a seeming lullaby.
I listened very carefully
and her words they made me cry.

She told me you will wait for me
as long as I can bear
this lonely life of reverie,
this heaviness of care

Shown was I your happy face,
your painful weathers gone.
Your sorrow soothed, and in its place
your spirit brightly shone.

Then, in the morning, I awoke
upon the stroke of seven,
remembering well the words she spoke
of one who dwells in heaven.



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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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