The Lost Soul
One lost soul in the April rainfall,
His feet glide gloom,
Not sure where to go,
Not sure where he's from,
His head is low in devastation,
His hands hang down to his waist,
He feels as his he's going to cry,
He feels like he's a dead fly
Copyright © Aiden Braisted | Year Posted 2016
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