She Will Come to Me, Blanketed in the Stars
In a place where no shadows need fall
When autumn leaves weigh their debts
Held aloft by nothing more than memories
Faith melted, molded into resolve
Bathed in dappled despondence
And tied with blistering string
Dropped away to fall
Or find their
Place in
Living.
Posted Oct 28, 2022, 11:46 PM UTC
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