Seperation To Come Poem by Mandy Lee

Seperation To Come

Rating: 2.7


Under the weeping willow we sit,
gazing at the stars.
Mourning the pass of fall,
to the approching winter solice.

May we remain one,
no matter the distance between.
Clasping hands we say a payer,
falling into slumber of the night.

Friday, June 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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