Mal D'Amour (A Broken Heart) Or Where Is Freud When I Need Him Comments

Superb write Sandra - love the last stanza, pure poetry.

Beautiful words of sadness. light your own candle for you will find light.

Then the Wind of Truth confronts me, Blows a cold slap in my face, And I wake up trembling, crying, Gone forever, your Embrace Gloom and melancholy give us sometimes a stark realization that we have been dispossessed!

Then the Wind of Truth confronts me, Blows a cold slap in my face, And I wake up trembling, crying, Gone forever, your Embrace Gloom and melancholy give us sometimes a stark realization that we have been dispossessed!