Lost Memories
In the ebbing light
She will call you
winding to the sea
her chimes echoes
for a well remembered life
As thought is to be brow
I will follow you
with the chiming wind
I really care
wont someone special really listen
The Friday home
like graded blues
dipping into the neon indecipherable
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2022
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