The changes of the season's. The dark days .


The changes

The birds sing as the trees blow .
I'm watching true my window .
I live my life in the shadows. Forseeing i don't know who to believe .

Maybe the rain will wash it away .
But the darkness just gets darker every day .
Maybe the sun will shine on it today .
I pray my troubles will go away ..........




Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2021-02-14 at 15:49

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Brava! dee quirk
Spring is not far way
Hopes in bud
Birds courting
Take hart from
What is on the way
Ken D
2021-02-14


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Nothing heals and cleanses as the sun.

This conveys the season so well.
2021-02-14


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You write very intimately of challenge and enduring.
2021-02-14