Henry

Henry, Clear skied sunny day but everything is still grey Grey as gloom, grey as the thought of placing roses on your grave Grey as the rainfall that awaits us, grey as your father’s tears. The sun won’t set and the moon won’t rise. There is nothing I am empty inside.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 2/24/2025 3:46:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.