Etched
Etched in flowers
Etched in pain
Filled with sorrow
These leaves of strain
Winds crisp snap brings chills to spine
To hear the call of my loves devine
Breathing aches
This hallowed feeling
Kill each spirit
My inner deamonds
Copyright © Burnadette Hiveley | Year Posted 2016
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