Poem 9.6,16

In Cold winds of a dream gone wrong between the stride for sight and the hope for song I revise a wonder to a fire of the stars.
I revise all ascunder to the hopes of night amidst the devils dance in my sight and I recall a dream with you, where tis the only light of the winds of blue


You’re so talented @HuckFinn. That was beautiful.

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Ty @anon84763962. you’re sweet

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