The clouds scattered like dreams
as the rain poured in the sweet sound
to a new day, where love pushed away
all the gray;
Now a new spring is born,
where true love made the sunshine
as the birds chirping to a new song,
while love carries on,
And new memories are being made
and true love is being given,
to a heart that is truly mending.
- Judy Emery © 1998
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE
FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
