To mourn on the seventh tide,
I stood with roses white
Before my eyes lay a casket wide
Shining with iridescent light.
An autumn breeze blows by.
I drop to the ground shivering
My pain echoed in the sky.
The clouds with thunder roaring
Call me to join my heart.
I look at the empty carcass
The love on my shattered part
Wishes mine, an Elysian pass.
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Still, a thousand leagues to go...
PoetryPoetry is the most constructive conduit to let out your feelings, My pain, anger, hurt and joy... Previously known as 'Verity'
