Yet
MY HEART
HANGS FROM THE MOON
BY DELICATE STRINGS
PATIENTLY WAITING
FOR YOUR CALL
MY SOUL RESTS
UPON FEATHERY CLOUDS
IN SOLEMN SLUMBER
UNTIL YOUR RETURN
MY LOVE IS SOLID
STANDING TALL
ON THE MOUNTAINTOP
IN THE BLUE DISTANCE
STILL AS STATUES
MOVED ONLY BY A WORD.
FOR J
Copyright © Tiffany Harvester | Year Posted 2018
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