Nigh, Nigh

“Nigh, nigh” Beneath the floorboards of the sky, And through the wings of evergreens, I hang my dreams within the seams of low-strung streams That feed the mouths of my wide open heart that thumps it out whilst the sun readies to fly, as the moon draws nigh..

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