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Where shadows weave against the sill
On moonless nights below the eave,
I hear the mournful whippoorwill
Where shadows weave.
It's on such nights I sigh and grieve,
As winds stir up a sudden chill,
Her ghost sometimes I then perceive.
These cloistered stars may then distill
The magic of her rustled sleeve,
The softest sound as all lies still,
Where shadows weave.
Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2010-04-13 at 21:40
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Where Shadows Weave
Where shadows weave against the sill
On moonless nights below the eave,
I hear the mournful whippoorwill
Where shadows weave.
It's on such nights I sigh and grieve,
As winds stir up a sudden chill,
Her ghost sometimes I then perceive.
These cloistered stars may then distill
The magic of her rustled sleeve,
The softest sound as all lies still,
Where shadows weave.
Poetry by Achernar
Read 823 times
Written on 2010-04-13 at 21:40
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