EventideA Poem by BotaniaI hang from every word you speak like moonbeams from the moon Every sigh a new one seek like shadows hide at noon I wait beside the bonny spring collecting wayward sighs all to find the leeward brings thoughts of you with tide.
© 2015 Botania |
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Added on February 15, 2015 Last Updated on February 15, 2015 |
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