Best Hays Poems

Empty eyes,
tired of teardrops...
They croon of ages long gone
when chaotic deeds were done...
Empty skies...
deprived of dewdrops...
they cry of seasons unknown
when chaotic seeds were sown.
Empty arms,
waiting for warm embrace,
pressed against drenched pillows
they beat against besetting billows.
Empty charm,
once garnished with grace,
She lost her bliss and royal ray...
hanging...

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Time as the wind blows and off it goes
Dear friend learn to tap from what it holds 
Dont desire the shadows of the days unkown
For you cannot tell what it holds.

Today is the golden credit nature can lend
Trade and profit therein to sustain you in...

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