Think of the river
Rippling currents;
Reaping for you
Flowers flowing along the riverbank
Flowing on;
Flouncing in the wind
As you float down
Along the river flowers;
Acquisitive of your beauty
Your beauty to be forever trapped
Beneath the river
Beguiling those who pass
Those who you once loved grieving
Grateful at least
That you graced their life
Oh, poor Ophelia
Ever living is your grace
For every river
Carries your beauty within.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
