A lonely bird on a rooftop stands,
His silhouette through the mist I see,
Crows hover in the foggy air,
Their sounds carry unto me,
Where is the sunshine?
The flowers no more,
Where are you now?
For I'm missing you so,
Is there hope for me,
That maybe one day,
The mist will rise,
To light up my way.
Winter season is gloomy but it inspires great poetry. Well penned. Loved it!
Straight from the heart. Yeah someday your path will be lighted and you will be at peace. Beautifully written. Thanks.
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We hear your sad cry, so beautifully written, so sincere and so true as we share your sadness and solitude, too.