Weary

world weary I wait

a promise to keep

a place I must go

alone.

though the darkness is deep

and so cold so cold

barefoot, my gown brushes snow

leaving a path no one can follow.

a promise to keep

a promise to keep

he waits he waits

and I must go alone.

 

 

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About beloveddreamer486

I am a poet and and an artist.
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