A Parted Soul's Call
Oh how i've missed the dirt,
how i've missed the scorching sun,
how i've missed dusk, with all its dark enchant,
how i've missed the birds, their singing, i lust,
and you my love, since when my soul depart,
await the full moon's burst,
I will come,
I must.
Copyright © Ray Write | Year Posted 2018
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