A Will O' The Wisp
I wrote this poem on a beautiful November day while staying away from home and missing my family members badly.
We’ll drown
This beautiful November
Into the ocean
Of extension
These sunny days
These dusky evenings
These warm wintry nights
Singing lullabies
To our soothed senses
All would be
A will o’ the wisp
That when awake
Will appear to us
A distant dream
Lost into our
Faraway consciousness
Out of our reach
This beautiful November
Into the ocean
Of extension
These sunny days
These dusky evenings
These warm wintry nights
Singing lullabies
To our soothed senses
All would be
A will o’ the wisp
That when awake
Will appear to us
A distant dream
Lost into our
Faraway consciousness
Out of our reach
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