At times, the sky appears so lonely,
Dressing in its many shades of blue,
And at night wearing a veil of black,
Is it mourning for love it once knew?
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I think I'll go back to that river, My dreams of love I'll try to renew, While I sleep 'neath that blanket of tears And seek the ghost of love I once knew Go, hurry up, and get your dreams renewed! Go back to that river of tears and fill your eyes with tears anew, for they'll soon run short of the same! Go, hurry up, until it's too late!
Well, Lora, my friend, this was awesome. Your carried me along in your sadness until the watery end. It was a beautiful love poem, well done! Loyd C Taylor