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Spell L i g h t

She does not speak
Her words spell L i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
In deepest N i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
Until daybreak

Even morning rise
A little dark remains
Looking in his eyes
Cannot see but tries
Peers in between the strains
And all that implies

In deepest N i g h t
Eyes deep souled b l u e
Until daybreak
Her words spell L i g h t
Eyes wishful knew
She does not speak




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2022-10-24


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, (She is,) it's true.
2022-10-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Or a Ghost (not a ghost, but a Ghost I know).
2022-10-15


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This could very well describe the Muse.
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