Bat your lashes dear, there's nothing for you to fear here.
Come lay your head down, its time to dream now.
And when she'd stir, she'll know that I'll be with her.
I held her, I carried her. I held her precious hand. I carried her.
When the moon sighs, when the clouds cry, when the flowers bow to die, when the stars wave goodbye…
I carry her.
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Vast Empty Eyes
PoésieI'm working on another poetry/short story series. It's as eccentric and dark as the other three.
