Like sand in time, and rain drops in the ocean.
My love pretentious will thy stay.
Peace of mind, or wars explosions.
In temperament haste they may.
Along the will to prosper.
Except of all who cast her.
In thy arms a cradle rests.
As doves to their nest.
And children play.
Please as love doth stay.
And bring my loneliness away.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Here is hope. A lovely poem nicely done
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