there is a sweet whisper
blowing through mesquite
singing your name
my long lost friend
and I miss those days
when the shadows stretch long
before the darkness falls
I think of you my long lost friend
wondering where you went
just before I sleep
before I start to dream
I say a prayer for us my friend
praying you return to me
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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