Playful Things (5E)
A black girl 'cross the river spoke
She said to me in mellow tongue
I am the memory of winds
For I am nothing but one of
Your playful things
But can we meet once from afar
Just once, enough to hope
To heal your scars?
Thrice left this one its Master's mark
The words behind -
No words will aye trust my kisses
Feeling
No thought will aye prevent me
Lying
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