Love-Loss
An inexplicable feeling,
Naked to the human heart
A cold to catch,
Or a butterfly
Take hold of the rains,
Or wallow in their wake
Lay in slumber of your solemn sleep,
And take time to weep
For the soul you’ve called home,
Has gone away and flown
Copyright © Dillon Lehrer | Year Posted 2015
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