Time Gone By
The time gone
Do not spill my blood.
On wasteland
Do not bury my last scream
In a grave.
I will walk softly
Across the screen
Leave no trace.
Only a whisper.
In the years to come
You will hear an echo
Recalling my name.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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