Footsteps whisper
Upon gliding words
Interwined
Within worlds
Inbetween
Past and gone
Reoccurring
Shadows long.
A bitter taste
Upon the tongue
Old wounds open
A burning sun
Etched in memories
Some bitter
Some sweet
Echo to the dirty street.
Kisses wanton
Which flew on air
A figure stood
At my door
A step to climb
To enter in
A solemn dream
Held within.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: December 10th, 2025 03:04
- Category: Unclassified
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