Dewdrops on Thorns


Thy sweet gift of sorrow

That breaths her emptiness and silence

Like deep harmony into the night

And feelings sleep – while

The moon swings slow across the sky

I am reckless and wander between two world’s

Of shimmering moonbeams and stardust

And the dewdrops in the morning

Breeze trembling and sparkling

On the rosebuds and thorns

Half light, half shadow

Drif on and on through the

Enchanted dark to the

Sweet bitter unenchanted dawn

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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