Precarious are memories of the past
Ghoulish in the night, they love to haunt you
As the wind howls in the black shadows...
they circle back to stop your tomorrow.
Perfect Love casts out all fear
Dream on my friend as your billowed by Light in the dark
~pattyb
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As the wind howls in the black shadows...
they circle back to stop your tomorrow.
Perfect Love casts out all fear
Dream on my friend as your billowed by Light in the dark
~pattyb
poetrypastries.blogspot.com