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A Lament for Lost Love
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A Lament for Lost Love |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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Rain. Forlorn, and dreary sound- Beating on the pane- To cause my mind to hasten to... What ne’er can be again. Ah, how I used to like the rain- And all inclement weather... Which then brought joy, instead of pain For we were there together. Where? I wonder where you are- On this cold winter night? And is it stormng there, my dear- And do you cringe in fright? Oh, rainy night, or dismal day- Without you they’re the same... And endless flood of loneliness- An arid waste of pain. (Bessemer, AL, 01/09/2000) |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent, Gunslinger. This one tugged at my heart! So sad  Denise |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Gunslinger, A very accurate depiction of just how a night such as this feels. Sometimes the winter's rain is a deluge in one's heart, as well...thanks for sharing this one tonight...I can relate.  Claire |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Now GS, this poem was very heartfelt, you have me thinking of my own misfortune at love...I now challenge you to write something cute and sweet, yah know, make yourself smile..You deserve it!!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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