let the sleepers fade
far from the dreams they made
let the sun go down
over the star crossed towns
angels unaware
vacate a crumbling stair
time will come again
where the spinners spin
where the weavers weave
what we too believed
soft as the snows that fall
christening it all.
mary angela douglas 16 august 2022;9 march 2023
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