Remorse - Poem by Lucy Burrow
The flowers bloomed once,
Now in Summer, ther's snow.
There's no-one to turn to - and nowhere to go.
Where green fields surrounded is yellowy hay
And my heart softly whispers.........
'Come back yesterday! '
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye