Jeff Buckley
Jaded me, I wonder.
Even he whose despair
Faintly seen, though under
Fevered dreams, made aware.
Bleeding voices permeate,
Unshed noises recreate
Clues of his own desire.
Kindly now elaborate
Likely how this inchoate
Effused this haunting fire.
Yet mourns the world entire.
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Beautiful! The Last Goodbye is one of my favorite songs--one that I could listen to a few times over and over. ;)
Indeed it is beautiful. And so sad. Thanks for visiting, trish :).
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