There is a quiet in my heart
Like one who rests from days of pain.
Outside, the sparrows on the roof
Are chirping in the dripping rain.
Rain In my heart; rain on the roof;
And memory sleeps beneath the gray And windless sky and brings no dreams
Of any well remembered day.
I would have the heavens fair,
Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,
But day like this, until my heart
To loss of you is reconciled.
I would not see you.
Every hope
To know you as you were has ranged.
I, who am altered, would not find
The face I loved so greatly changed.
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Poetry> 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ! > 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
