Loony poems and wacky stories and thoughts one too many!
May 31, 2011
I write about the mist o'er dark moors,
About starless nights, listless shores,
Being out of love, and half-closed doors
How silence sometimes owns my hours.
And yet my dreams they dance at night,
While i sleep, they scream themselves hoarse.
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