Until The Ashes Become A Dream

With dawn I wither awayA single wish to caress the tide with silver moon graceLonely heart dreams me away Back through the tears brought by lost yearsEternity smiles from the darkened mirror twice A dreamer’s heart will caress a dream A poet’s hand will keep it in safe Every chord will dwell within  Before theContinue reading “Until The Ashes Become A Dream”

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