These nights consume every whisper spoken
A dreamless potion of surrender
In longing eyes go red
Hearts abundant thunder
Too soon too fast
To be blent with the ashes anew
Younger and Hunger meet at crescent moons
And die in lonely dark hours
A trail of sickness, a trail of fragility
Walk this aisle down
Roses were red, they turn all black
But whispers forever will loom
-Dawn Wesson
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They Say It's Love #Wattys2017
PoetryA Collection of Poems. Tried to be themed around love. It's like a journey. From the first fall till the last. Come, come love. We never really get what it is. But they say it's love. Dawn Wesson 2015
