Longing Poem by Ozark Mountain Homegrown
Longing
The pale moon shines so soft and low
Casting shadows through my weary heart
This suffering, you can not know
This pain I feel when we're apart
Swinging softly in the tree
The cool night air caresses me
Hugged so gently by the breeze
It soothes and comforts tenderly
The branches bow so deep and low
As if they recognize my pain
And just like raindrops, tears will flow
Until once more, we meet again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/22/2024 11:05:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
