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The Raisonneur
Ah, distinctly I remember
It was in the bleak
December.
The cold north winds would
not abate,
The raisonneur of my life’s
fate.
Dark night gave way to
morning light,
A winter wonderland of
white
Perched lightly on my iron
gate,
The raisonneur of my life’s
fate.
She turned to me, spoke in
hushed tones
Said I must kneel and weep
alone.
A thousand years I lie in
wait,
The raisonneur of my life’s
fate.
Ah distinctly I remember
The raisonneur of my life’s
fate.
Colleen Keller Breuning ©
2015
December 30, 2015
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