Gossamer
I AM DRIFTING
LIKE A GHOST
HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND
SHIMMERING
IN THE TWILIGHT
A COLD WIND
BLOWS THROUGH ME
I AM SEARCHING
FOR YOUR LIGHT
A MOTH TO A FLAME
BEYOND THIS PLACE
BEYOND MYSELF
AWAY FROM SOLITUDE.
Copyright © Tiffany Harvester | Year Posted 2018
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