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young poetess, ignis fatuus

come with me, come with me
we shall be silent under a sky full of stars

come with me come with me
and be so so silent like me

we will be seeing a dark sky full of stars
we shall be silent without their wars

we will only be the wisps of the winds
whispering whims and hymns

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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