20 February 2017

Wild notes

~~~

 Twisted strings, blood red
We were opposite and one
Behind these lines, mirrored
We’re wild notes lost in song

Travel me back, in time, in place
We'll be there, star crossed still
My mind retains, cannot replace
Make what was lost eternal

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