Under flowered boughs
teared up with rain
my heart now learns to
break again
No pain so great as
love betrayed
for true love always
forever remains
Now blanket of fog
to cover the stain
to dampen this night
that can't even rain
for numbness of loss
comes to cover the pain
and this heart goes silent
all afraid again
There's a longing for wind to
come stir through the trees
maybe storm and thunder could
set this heart free
but the day is as still as
the night promised it'd be
and I'm still standing beneath
these sobbing trees
White blossoms now open to
spread their fragrance
come now and fall to scatter
before me as I walk
and show me beauty that this
heart is longing for
and teach this weary heart again
to breathe.
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it is SWEET! The best poem I ever read.
Brianna
I MISS YOU!
This piece was so beautiful and such a part of you. It's like I just got a glimpse into your heart. I love it. :)
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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis
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stunning! wonderfully awesme!
Beautiful
This was beautiful, Brianna.
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This poem is too beautiful! I can feel the rhythm, the rain, the fragrance of the white blossoms...... Brianna, this is stunning!
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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine