• alisdaire_ocaoimph 6w

    Your name

    That here, where i sit
    Looking out where softly drop
    The beads of rain, the shadows lay
    In the breeze that twines their form
    That my mind, i find
    Drained and lost to the cost
    Of all i hold sacred, true
    The visions that dance through
    And holds you ever tight
    ever so right
    into my heart, that inner part
    That forever whispers your name.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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