Echoes from the past
Reverberate just before sunrise
For with the birds they sing
And my demons will scream
Until the moon shows her face
Once again, tonight
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
When The Moon Consumes The Sun
Echoes from the past
Reverberate just before sunrise
For with the birds they sing
And my demons will scream
Until the moon shows her face
Once again, tonight
