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I gaze into the wintry sky
where the gulls circle the moon
I write the words for heartache songs
but there’s no melody to the broken tune
the old fountain still has beauty
though the water has run dry
it seems like a sad metaphor
for the precious tears I can no longer cry
against the wall where once we kissed
is the shadow of a tree
it dims and fades with passing clouds
it’s still more substantial than your love for me
there is yet no trace of blossom
the slim branches look forlorn
I pray springtime will be here soon
with one last small hope that I can be reborn
Lovely and haunting.
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Always have hope…
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Dear Elephant,
AnElepantCan make my heart ache with his verses. The last line is particularly wrenching.
Hugs and shalom,
Rochelle
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AnElephantCant bear to give a lady heartache.
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