it was almost every night,
she heard his voice,
like a silent echo,
always calling out to her,
and that lullaby
he never ceased to play,
fingers roaming
across black and white,
eyes shut tight,
she swore she saw him,
with hair and eyes
like the dark night,
at night she always knelt
by her bedside,
with her hands clasped,
she prayed and prayed,
then looking up
at the big, white moon,
she whispered a wish,
a wish for the boy,
that haunted her nights.
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silent thoughts
Poetryand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
