Saturday, March 23, 2024

Might Snow..

In that silent landscape, 

memories flood my mind..

Longing for your presence, 

so tender and kind…


Your absence weighs heavy, 

like an anchor in the sea..

Each step I take, 

it's your face I wish to see…


Beside the flowing river, 

I whisper your name..

Hoping somehow, 

You'll hear me all the same…


I really want to say,

All that's in myself today..

Feeling so heavy and low,

Cold, that these eyes…



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