You left
Like grains
Of falling
Sand
Through
A poets hands.
Upon an alien
Shore
Betwix dream
And lore
A fantasy
Half true.
Knowing in
Each haunted wood
Your shadow
Stood
Hazy now
Passing by
I dream of you
A sleeping eye.
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Author:
nephilim56 (
Offline) - Published: June 29th, 2025 03:31
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Comments1
I love the feel of this poem as it seems to drip out one drip at a time to quench the thirst of the reader.
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