Dinas Bran
Dinas Bran
tell your tales
share them with me
I have travelled far to listen
your walls remaining
huddle forward like greyed old men
around a warming fire
let me sit quiet as the night
in your moon shaped shadow
and dream as you do
walk across my thirsty mind
flagons filled with stories
I will not fear your ghosts
they just want to be heard.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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