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a poem about losing love and waking up in the dew


Submitted:Apr 11, 2011    Reads: 44    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


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Being…

copyright 2011

Being me I feel all the pain

Of losing love and finding sorrow

The body of heaven cries its rain

So I retire till the morrow

Alone in my bed I fall to dreaming

And think of how I lost you

And my dreams turn to scheming

And I wake in the morning dew





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