One Less Day - a lullaby


In moonlit night, dreams softly swell. 

My heart doth whisper, "Heather Belle." 

As time weaves on at gentle pace,

She remains always, a radiant grace.


I bid thee 'night until the morrow,

but with still so much to say. 

My blithe heart tinged by this great sorrow,

That we now have one less day. 

  • Author: JD Boye (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2024 11:08
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