One lonely tear fell, like you did, all alone,
when I learned of your passing
from the Yangtze,
your home.
Blind by the river; in the darkness you flew.
Oh, my modest beauty I have forsaken you.
I waited too long.
Now the dead water cries.
But you, free, are swimming
in clear, clear skies.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
