The song of the graveyard
Ghostly whispers from the graveyard undernead
A slight happiness of the songs that hum in the wind
Divine in sight, and humble in beauty
The moon glistened under the radiant sky
Rich in the morning, happy in the night,
Light' mid the fervor of thy lovely eyes,
Under the sun and past without the light,
Sorrow was in the thou for thy bright eye!
Copyright © Xaiden Mosley | Year Posted 2024
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