Goodnight Ophelia

Gale force winds blow the trees I’m surrounded by the sounds of gods The river runs swift and the white caps rise quickly Neither the Wind or the River hold on My heart is a collection of memories Both good and bad Drifting in and out of love it survives sorted forms of alienation from…

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