The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Old Ways

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She’s disappearing again,
I see her cave into her shadow like before.
Sister pretends to understand but
Loses patience in the silence,
Mum and dad speak, but never listen
To hear the whimpers underneath.
But brother strains to find the sound and
Hears it crying from the dark;
He knows, he knows,
But he’ll never say
Until it is too late.

Author: tinygirltravels

Just a short girl from Northern Ireland who's caught the travel bug!

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