When every story ends,
There will be a beginning,
Then, you and I will sleep
Under the soil’s coverlet.
Oceans will remember,
Melodies of your soul,
That once made meaningless mornings,
A poet’s desk.
– Emily Parker
When every story ends,
There will be a beginning,
Then, you and I will sleep
Under the soil’s coverlet.
Oceans will remember,
Melodies of your soul,
That once made meaningless mornings,
A poet’s desk.
– Emily Parker
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