Be Again

What once was will be again
Starlight 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-14 at 02:26

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