6/30/08
When day goes down to dusk and shadows fall Across the barren landscape of my soul, Do you remember me, my little one Whose love by your mistrust obscured the sun And shattered my heart like a shattered vase My book of love to wilfully deface. The music and the poetry I gave From your destructive doubt could not save The unity that brought our spirits close. And now, as blooms a solitary rose, Its fragrance wasted on the evening air, With none to see I live in my despair Yet hope, no pray, that one day you will find One who will ease the torments of your mind.
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