Octave I I

A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
It will bring you tears,
None shall peck your hairs
I'll not be there
While you weep in dispair.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
...Dedicated to those lovelorn, and also to those abandon by their love ones. In short, as a consolation for pains endured. Poet Martins
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 06 April 2015

Having been abandoned, I appreciate your poem, Martins. Thanks for sharing

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