Be Again
What once was will be againStarlight fingers caressing Night
Our ghosts dreaming in the rain
Trees are talking to the skies with weeping
Willows weaving whispers on silken pillows
Sleeping while evening shadows level all
We were never meant to be in vain
Our ghosts dreaming in the rain
Starlight fingers caressing Night
What once was will be again
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-05-14 at 02:26
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