In silence and in tears
Leaving behind for years
This 'long sad story' unclear
Mezmorizing me in fear
Painting this poem with sorrow
Crying out loud onto my pillow
Like a sad 'old weeping willow'
My whole world seem high and narrow
What have I left for tomorrow
To contemplate nor to show
Love or lust in front rows
Burning in desires, but left feeling low
My love is like a running-stream
Always rushing along, it seems....
Never have I seen the shades of green
Mountains, valleys of all 'means'
Tic Tac, Tic Tac
Hours come and go
For me:
Every tear cried in the dark
Reflects the mirrors of my heart
Every note played the sharp
Brings sweet tone or sour mark
Like any other lonely soul in their state
Feeling bloom or at heaven's gate
Thy sweet memories brought their faith
and here I am, with no more said
Hanging on tight to this last key
....one step closer to my shadow....
Florence
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