Petals fall,
Sky is grey,
I think of you each passing day,
You are lost,
Memories gained,
Days with you,
Now gone away.
Love is tender,
Love for you,
My tears rest like the morning dew,
Upon my cheeks,
I cry for you.
Will I smile again one day?
Still feeling down,
My world so grey.
Jayne Louise Davies
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