How Can it


I know that the blossom
Won't fall from the trees
Or the flowers sweet nectar
Be collected by bees

I know that the sun
Won't rise from the east
And intemperate winds
Shall ravage unceased

The seas won't reflect
A summers blue sky
Just batter and pound
On a stormy shoreline

And the fresh scented dew
No longer shall fall
And the birds shall not chorus
In that dawns first call

For a world can't exist
If I'm without you
Painting my days
In that once vivid hue



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-18 at 19:19

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