Slowly Drown
All that was Is now gone
This paino of ivory
This soft sax of love
O your auburn hair spilling
All around
Sweet cinnamon tan
Yesterday O yesterday
Where have you ran
Searching endless nights
A stone left in my hand
To skip across the river grand
But now alone without your hand
I weep I weep
Slowly drown
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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