In Dream Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 Black and enduring separation I share equally with you. Why weep? Give me your hand, Promise me you will come again. You and I are like high Mountains and we can’t move closer. Just send me word At midnight sometime through the stars. Related posts: Requiem I have come to take your place, sister You Thought I Was That Type March Elegy suprusr Published in Poems
