To Yearn
Grey has all but pilfered the sky
the sparrow's gone and hid away
stillness has abandoned hope
down, in fallen leaves I lay
where has the laughter gone
that once echoed in my way
amiable and highly affluent
let not vengeance rue the day
Yes, I prayed for the rain
and her most auspicious ways
when I was burnt and blistered
by sun's blind and blazing rays
But now I beg to differ
and wish her soon return
there's things I can't remember
and her love I strongly yearn
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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