Leave me not but bring me with you
Across this nascent world and its delicate dew
Within our phantasy as life loving boys
We helped each other seek all our joys
Whence we drowned witches in drains
When there were a-plenty of times grains
I played you a song which whereupon
You dreamed of a life that was long foregone
Wrapped in the sunlight of twenty o´ five
A nostalgic clime that could even the dead revive
And now with you amidst ethereal hue
I wish forevermore for that to be true
In the hazy winter is where you now lie
Following your ghost's footsteps thereby
But please, stay in the spring with me my child
Where life’s throes and plights were far more mild!
26/8/2022
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Author:
A.B. Jakobsen (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A yearn for a time where plights and mistakes could have been remedied.
- Category: Sad
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