Idle Blood Poem by Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

Idle Blood



The yonder of the day lies still the emptiness of nights faded dreams.
Youthful hopes disappear like the stars we once shared and to all shone.

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Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

Joel Roderick Dreaver (Bisson)

Syracuse, New York, United States
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