A winters rose

ak11961

I miss her like the sun and rain
On cloudy days full of pain
Through sand and beach there was a print
With songs of silence full of hate

To find her you must climb the hill
Falling on her new found stone
It rang and rang and started to snow
And yet when the peddles fall , they fall alone

  • Author: ak11961 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 24th, 2016 20:41
  • Category: Love
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME AK ~ Thanks for your first poem. Beautiful in form ~ sad in content ! The lows and highs of agony and ecstasy in all our lives are linked to LOVE. You have painted a very poignant picture of death and separation. Your last line drips with pathos. "And yet when the petals fall ~ they fall alone. Thanks for sharing and caring ~ BRIAN.



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