Like summer rains that come and go,
so must we too,
such tides the ocean's flow,
like sands through an hourglass,
tipped again,
but many a moon and sun must pass,
for now the sky turns gray,
to sing her mournful song,
and wait to see another day.
COMMENTS
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greywolf13
11:31 Jun 28 2010
Very interesting. I would like to see more like it.
FeverDreams
06:07 Sep 13 2010
Hey ppl!
She won the poem of the month award in our coven for this piece!
Well deserved!
Awesome job JR ...