My Bonnie Scots Lass
Ghost Lament
Out of sight
Out of sound
Far in the
Distance
Shall you
be found
Wandering
shores far
Of Land
Wishing you
Here holding
My hand
Lonely yearning
Our love
Was real
You made it
Clear♥️
Waves crash
Hard and loud
I listen for
Your voice
I often dream
Your on
you're way
Casting your
Net out
To sea
Making coins
To come
Back too meπ₯
My door
You shall
One day
Pass
Say "hi
There is me
Wee bonnie
Scots lass"π΄σ §σ ’σ ³σ £σ ΄σ Ώ
Annie Mitchell
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