Ever after made.

In a glade.
Silent and still.
And the stars are howling ‘I will’.

Peaceful hands,
Make the trade.
And sometimes I just can’t tell what I’ve made.

Bitter cares.
Lost at sea –
Still glowing with the fear I used to feel.

Wanted dreams,
Taking place –
Of the secrets I once thought didn’t chase.

So here I am –
Tempted to reel.
Back into the time-spent moments I need to feel.

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