He died at the river of stars
Where his ghost remains alive,
And along the riverbank he haunts
In the songs for his love.

In the gushing of his dreams,
He strummed the breeze,
Calming the dark nights
From the loud whispers of pain.

In the darkness, he dreamed
At the edges of the skies
Where the stars are sewn
In the emptiness of the night.

In the sound of the footsteps,
The flowers bloomed at night,
And his death reversed,
Saved by the warmth of her hands.

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© 2019 Onie Maniego and The Paper Drafts


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