Silhouette of Regret
Inside my head bells of nostalgia incessantly do chime
Waking a mournful muse of longing and regret
I recognize her silhouette~ a wistful tall brunette
Forever chanting spells to turn back the hands of time
She waits till sunset to paint another cruel vignette
O to what heights I’d be eager to climb
To erase all traces of a lingering everhaunting crime
A much needed soul cleansing trek thru the mountains of Tibet
Submitted on October 6, 2019 for contest IF ONLY WE COULD TURN BACK THE HANDS OF TIME sponsored by SILENT ONE
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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