The flowers wilted, and the rains came
A song could not be sung the same
In the deep woods, sadness and pain
Shadowy memories in darkness remain
I must go, I had to go, to do it again
But had long ago forgotten the refrain
No one to tell, none to complain
Slumbering thoughts are a mind not sane
With the clouds above my heart floats a river
Droplets fall to earth, in cold wind shiver
Grey linen heavens blanket the sun’s quiver
Golden arrows flying, striking at grief’s center
Killing the flames of night, a healing to discover
Milling grains of life, a heart in the day uncover
(photo by Zolton Kovacs - Hope)
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