Cold Cry - Jq
Wind whistling wild through sad leaves,
It's freezing as my heart grieves,
Lifting my voice, lone I wail,
In the chillness, life grows pale,
Leaves scattered free here and there,
Grieves for their fall in despair,
Wail I loud, hearing them cry,
Pale and cold is my goodbye.
03/21/19
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2019
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