In sorrow
She mourns her beloved son
What's next to follow
No one knows
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved daughter
What's next to follow
His heart is hollow
In sorrow
She mourns her beloved husband
What's next to follow
She is now a widow
In sorrow
He mourns his beloved wife
What's next to follow
His desire for life is renounced to zero
In sorrow
They mourn the passing of a dear friend
Someone they wished to be there tomorrow
It hurts without pretext, whatever sorrow sends
And we know and I know
Sorrow returns not the life's it borrows
Sorrow is a walking deadly shadow
Sorrow is the virus we dread tomorrow
Sorrow is the devils spell of lethal horrors
Therefore my dear fellows
In sorrow no more I mourn her sorrow
In sorrow
I have closed on her all my doors and windows
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
this is really good sylvia, what inspired you to write this? whatever your inspirating is, hold on to it&keep it up.....melissa
In sorrow That must be no follow This is the one Who, with borrow Talks about it Without being in a hollow So meaningfull poem of yours..sylvia chidi
that poem is my insperashon thanx i give u a coment when i put it up but heres a preveu: love fragiel as a rose hollow sorrow it douse grow each mineat left in life is equivelent to a nother knife and as the rose withers and dies so dose the harets of its admier i just rushed it so sory for the mistakes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love every word of it.. it show us that the love we share is only here for a short time.