Piano Music

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The end of a romantic evening and I must go home- Gregg Rankin

Piano Music

your touch
tiredness
a slow caress
of your hand
with my fingertips
then a light back rub from you
and I want to stay
and fall asleep
near you
you said I can't
you wouldn't let
me
get any sleep  

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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