Lemon panes
In a rough-edged night.
Calling
Each lit in hope,
Though now
For remembrance.
Maybe they will
Guide the souls
And the lost will look down
And know
They are not forgotten.
Well, I write poetry, and I like to think I'm good at it. You should read them, Lots of people have said they're beautiful, And I like them well enough. So really. Read this blog.
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