And now, that I go


And now, that I go
I have nothing to give
Nothing to share, to hold
but some beads of light, some sky blue
Few beautiful sighs for the morning dew
Some stories for the night, and ghosts that flew
Those befriended lies and a pacified rue.

And now, that I go
I have nothing to give
except all poetry, that I leave for you.


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3 comments:

  1. lovely lines...nicely crafted words!

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  2. I'm glad you are still writing... AND I changed the font colour.

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