The raindrops dance
On fallen leaves
Which lost the will
On sorrowed dreams
The aching heart
Is hid from view
An untied bow
A love for you.
It is not lost
But somehow yet
It rides the breeze
Of memorys step
Its tenderness
Its sweetened kiss
A longing deep
Its soul to miss.
What now is vague
A ghostlike eye
To recollect
The pining sky
Somewhere far
Too faraway
In days that danced
Their time away.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: June 28th, 2026 02:57
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