A poem on the Table
So tired you feel,
And I wonder how
Tomorrow can ever
Be warm again.
Left on the table,
Is the poem you wrote,
A poem of despair -
A reason to cry.
As the mountain fell
Onto the hills and crags,
The heavens screamed
In a burst of tears.
A glow in the night
Still burns so bright,
When I hold and read
Your poem on the table.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2009-10-23 at 04:21
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