Charades Poem by Hunter Evett

Charades



I'll never breathe your name again,
I've gone as far as I can bend.
So we learn to play charades,
save the games for a rainy day,
Because the suns still shining through.

And now the night returns to day,
The light will always find its way.
Because the suns still shining.

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Hunter Evett

Hunter Evett

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