The insistent voice that rings so clear Thy matallic hum that brings me near But thee's gauthly face that appears with no light, Is the misleading voice that calls in the night It moans and it tags, With a horror so pure That it shivers into fragments As you sit and endure Thy whispers so soft But aloft, me mistake not That the whisper in the night Has not reached the top Austerely dull was the wind that howled As the azure moods that fight to survive, For the delicious dreams that are too bright to die
Reason for writing:
I love to write and will never stop
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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