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Old Letters Fading
Old letters yellowed and fading
as rustling silk makes me rise
dreaming by the fireside nodding
listening to the embers sigh
with cold hands touching me
once more in my embrace
gently dancing with my shadow
as rustling silk makes me rise
dreaming by the fireside nodding
listening to the embers sigh
with cold hands touching me
once more in my embrace
gently dancing with my shadow
Published 24th May 2024
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