Morse Code



Your

__ . __ . __ __ . __

. . __ . . _ _ _  _ . _ _ _  __

_ . _

on my window pane,

like rain,

heard again

and

again,

like Cathy,

tapping,

tapping,

the tree,

her conduit,

the night,

her dream,

landscape of loneliness,

open the window,

let her pull you through,

so you can be ghosts

on the moor together.

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