Best Summerward Poems
Come Back( COME BACK )
There's naught in the town and its profitless pleasures,
no comfort in labor, no gladness in play.
The beat of my bosom but wearily measures,
the heavy-winged hours that you are away.
A world that was golden is barren and lonely,
the skies that were azure...
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Categories:
summerward, missing you,
Form:
Rhyme