Here I pray, for the love
that I was never given.
As I, in lonesome tide,
remember the gruesome night.
Where I breath, like many others,
into my shallow mirror.
As I meet my sorrow,
in quiet persistence,
love will prejudice my death.
Where I dare to promise;
“To reminisce for the days
that I can’t hold.”
Therefore, in the far distance,
I see Ennerdale beyond noire.
Where love is pure and simple
as I remember my lost.
So hear me cry, soul to soul,
for a time with you.
Where I open my heart
for those we lose while they depart.
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4 responses to “‘Morning,”
Wonderful poem
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Thank you so much, therealme🙏🏽❤️ truly appreciate your time for reading my work!!
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Ah this is melancholic yet beautiful
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#blessed ❤️🙏🏽
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