I lie awake as night after night passes me
by, bathed in shadow of dreary moonlight.
Sweep not these streets of covet and pain,
fear not tales buried beneath. Tender, is
the ghost of lover long gone, leaving abaft
memories subtle as rose-colored smoke ―

 

 

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Posted for QuadrilleΒ 26 @ dVerse Pub

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