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Bickerstaffe. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Elm trees shed their trembling leaves,
the scorch of daylight dies, and evening drips
in pools of reddish hue as I bereave
the absence of my heart's desire.
Happiness, a blessing I may never feel again
is slipping from my memory, as distant as the moon;
'neath sunlit skies I roam for miles to look for rain
in search of solace, for my spirit's sorely hewn.
Her gleaming beauty doth illuminate the night,
sets flares to shame, outshines the blushing rose!
I'd trade my wealth, halt the oceans in their flight
if only she'd forgive me, put an end to all my woes.