Dark spring! and painful dreams,
the wind blew hard like it was screaming
like it was aiming at my heart
knowing it was torn apart.
My tears started flowing from my eyes
I pick up my pen, and wept,
and soon I made a flood
of painful June that will be here soon,
In sobbing of pains, I put to ink,
I wrote down the loss
that cost my heart a lot
my spirit will never meaned
it felt like I was at my end.
The sound of the slush in thunder
my mind started to wonder
Was the wind trying to sing lullabies
like it knew my grief and longing?
Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery
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FantasyThis is another poem book of poems of the past.
