What Was
Encumbered soft with sorrow’s ghost
Alone among the torpid souls
A shadow grows at evening’s host
Your name dims gently with the sun
With every dusk, my heart undone
Old conversations – sacred scrolls
The night unfolds, our love rerun
Sweet sanity returns - almost
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Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2016
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