1989 Poem by Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

1989



The Rising Sun will Set and Fall
Where you belong Foretold by One
My Skies Full Of You, Enfold Thee
The Wings upon Your Back Soar Above
The Voiceless Heard The Raven's Call
For Me You Are Replacable by None
Where-Ever You are I Hope You're Free
And Still Burn Through The Year Of Love.

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Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

Syracuse, New York, United States
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