Like a Windsong She Was Gone
At best a memory flutter alone
my love whisked away before the new dawn
a thief had come so silent, unheard
where mercy deserted her soft spoken word
Upon the new day where time would not cease
a truth of nevermore lay tears on my cheek
mercy I cry out
thorns at my side
death had come alone
why must I die...
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2014
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