A Poet's Lament
My mind rushes in to write
before I am ready
As my thoughts hang in the
Air trying to breath life into
The hollow sounds around me.
Where is your laughter tonight...
Are you strolling in the rain,
Missing me beside you?
The rain groons, making its
Own music...yet the night is still!
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Dear Dorothy Nice reflection of the wait of someone for someone Thanks I invite you to come to my page and read my poems to give comments.