Daily poem: The HauntingA Poem by SineadJuliaThe haunting of reminiscenceI wait for the day when the morning sky shines down hope, like glittering gold. When the dusk murmurs lullaby's of love, rather than of grief. Just as I long for the moment, when the warmth of your hands no longer haunt the empty space between mine.
© 2013 SineadJuliaAuthor's Note
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