November 1, 2022October 13, 2022 The night weeps outside my windowthe moon’s face is veileddarkness has overwhelmed hera candle, my shadow and my memoriesalone without you my lovethe clock ticks endlesslymarking the hours of misery© Ann Bagnall Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
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