Midnight SongsA Poem by Bone and Brine
The songs that are sung
They drift through the midnight air How they speak of sweet nostalgia They tell of things that were Things and people, loved and lost The songs are stories and dreams And they will stay with you Long after they are sung. © 2012 Bone and Brine |
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Bone and BrineNJAboutI enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and using big words so as to confuse and anger other people I can also be found mostly at bone-and-brine.tumblr.com more..Writing
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