and is gone. And with her departure
each snail shuffles a tune in silver,
a trail of slow music which I follow past
midnight, a scribble of silver
across darkness. there crawls feeling
waking to an endless eve
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and is gone. And with her departure
each snail shuffles a tune in silver,
a trail of slow music which I follow past
midnight, a scribble of silver
across darkness. there crawls feeling
waking to an endless eve
Copyrighted by the author
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Thank you so much for mentioning my poem on your blog which looks so interesting 🙂
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