My parched soul is fading,
In the presence of light.
Catch hold of my shadow,
Before it is out of your sight.
Remind me of my promises,
So I can hold on it tight.
To learn once again,
To breath freely and fight.
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Misted Heart
PoetryI promise you a love, that is so deep and pure, and a reality, so bizarre. •Poetries and rants, that comes from deep within. By: A Misted Heart.
