The last solemn day.
Gone the leaves of May.
Creep slowly with solemn Grey.
Meadow lark sings no more.
Times eternity, an open door.
Sweet smells fill an empty room.
My soul flew past a naked moon.
Romance has found a silver spoon.
Empty cry of a desolate loon.
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JESUS SAVES
very good.. I love the structure of this poem..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reads lively like a nursery rhyme!