Sometimes...

Sometimes,
I wonder
Why
the mist
In the morning
Is so soft and sad,
Yet in the
night,
My soul weeps
And my eyes
Cry,
Wishing
And hoping
That I could
Die,
Or just
Be with you
One more day.
Sometimes.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-06-28 at 19:54

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Kathy Lockhart
yes, this is a very evocative piece that makes my heart break for the sadness and longing in this poem. Beautifully done. kathy
2006-07-03