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a collection of poems by Shannon O'Neill

Posted byShannon O'Neill June 14, 2021February 17, 2024

and you came to me silently
as the mist in the fall through the trees
over the dying leaves
and you clung to me close
held me in my fragile sleep
kissed my hair and whispered words
to ward off winter’s coming keep

sonata
2012

Posted byShannon O'NeillJune 14, 2021February 17, 2024Posted inUncategorizedTags: sonata

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