Jun 2011
Off to the left of my inner sight
I spied a withering shadow
With hope for a
Long-lost dance.
Was it just a wind,
A willow-whisper,
A light trick.
Or a chance
To waltz
A lost soul
Into
the
Into?
I spied a withering shadow
With hope for a
Long-lost dance.
Was it just a wind,
A willow-whisper,
A light trick.
Or a chance
To waltz
A lost soul
Into
the
Into?
