Winter is rushing on in.
I meditate on the sounds of winter
as the raindrops of angel tears-
fall heavy upon the ground.
Oh, how the raindrops glisten
while they slowly roll over each other
they look like tiny diamonds rolling
down off my bedroom window.
I would just listen to the whispering sounds
as the wind would blow -
the withering leaves down the wet streets
the rain is steadily dripping like a heartbeat.
Oh, how the sounds have taken me back
to the memories of losing you-
in the most profound way slowly melting away
- everything that burns life within me.
-Judy Emery © 1980The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MY POETIC DIARY
PoetryThis book is for the ones who had a big imagination, where you can imagine what it is you read, the good and the bad, well the poem that I have put in this book has a lot of mixed poems of long ago and the now.
