Laurie hill - Her world

Moon on the river,
shadows in the trees,
whispers from the rushes,
echo on the breeze,
A figure 'neath the gaslamp,
inviting in it's glow,
halfway across the old stone bridge,
halfway between this world and hers,
no further can i go.

Laurie hill

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