A Private Moment;

 Dusk, the hour I embrace

For it is a myriad

Of muted tones of me.

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As with the seasons, 

The silent sigh of darkness

Is symbolic of my solitude.

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I sink into oblivion

Of daylight hours

And all ensueing chaos.

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My pen and I

Are one within my shadows,

For just that segment of my day 

When I indulge in the privacy of...me.

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(c) ZYDHA HART 2004