Emillie DeVere Biography

Spring has gone,
Leaving the sweet scent of mayflowers,
And soft perfume of daffodils,
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She sat there, alone
Tears, dripping from her
Tortured eyes…
Tears of pain and loneliness.
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When I needed comfort
You sent me one of your angels
When I need someone to listen
You lend me both of your ears
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How many hours have I spent,
Longing for life to make sense
How many times have I prayed,
For a miracle to prove that a God does exist
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Thunder rolls through the garden,
A continued cannonade
The wind howls, prickled by the thorns of a rose
Daffodils tremble from fright, as lightning hits the pond
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