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 meπŸ˜₯


My door

You shall

One day

Pass

Say "hi

There is me

Wee bonnie

Scots lass"🏴󠁧󠁒󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿


Annie Mitchell 

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