Drifting In the Gloaming
melancholy thoughts drifted in the gloaming,
whispered for the night as the waves were foaming
her words, as unpredictable as the sea,
echoed with the pathos of a discordant timpani
his valiant attempt to bring harmony to his thoughts
only frosted his thinking and made him more distraught
it was crystal clear that he'd love her forevermore
whether here or on a distant shore
She would come to him in the moonlight's gleaming
whispering in the night, while he was dreaming
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8/8/17
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