Whispering
He fought and fought,
Died and she began to cry.
Everynight, she would see him in her dreams,
As a ghost, along a beautiful coast...
Saying "It always seems like you're here..."
"But you've disappeared."
In the nightlight,
He shined bright with all his might,
Just to give her one last kiss goodnight,
"Good-bye, my love...",
Flying high into the clouds...
And whispering through the dark skies.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2022
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