And the rain pattering on the glass,
Smoothes the eyes with burning tears,
Of bygone days and of bygone years,
Of dreams so lost in the frontier,
Of wishes blown away by storms,
Of love we once held dear,
And the rain pattering on the glass,
Smoothes the ears like the words of a seer.
YOU ARE READING
Dance like the sun, sing like the moon
Poezie"No enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow can find us further than today."- A psalm of life collaborative collection of peoples thoughts and lifes My first book on wattpad Started on 27/01/2020
