No Joy To Be Shared By Us
Wasn't love our big dream...
when we held hands with closed eyes?
Wasn't tomorrow far behind?
Years went by as hours,
deep feelings changed like seasons;
getting closer wasn't easy.
Another cold night
without feeling the heartbeat;
tears dripping on pillowcases.
When sunrise arrives,
so alone and incomplete...
no joy to be shared by us.
Entered in Rick Parise's contest,
" Ancient Song "
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