Remnants
Ever after her haunted laughter
That ghostly smile,
Fading lights behind closed windows
Sacred nights in a cloistered cell
A missing touch, too late to tell,
Tears in an empty sky.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-25 at 09:05
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