Leslie Kavanaugh-V

These


 

 

The song that is growing dim

The night that is enlarging into time

The friends who have marched into the abyss

The day that is already dawn

The graveyard that is newly sown

The memory that is clothed in ochre shadows

The knowing that remains unfulfilled

The leaving that is never undone

These, these, you bequeath to me.

 

 

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