Sombre Spell
in truth we sometimes linger here,
when darkest words compel,
thoughts are whispered in my ear,
muttered thoughts dispel,
remembered passion lingers still,
where loving eyes were held,
the Dingo at the moon it howls,
and breaks a sombre spell...
Thank you Laura Breidenthal
"Pitiless"
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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