Make light the colors of my soul
Of whose somber shades I tire
Rest..
Like fingers of number unknown
Trail through my hair like teeth
Of steel through stubborn wool
Make new the strands of white
They of many memories, are sewn
How heavy my eyes, for a moment seem..
And a moment more..
Let fall my hand, I pray
Give me to dream
And not to wake again..
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Author:
Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2016 09:42
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