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The life is gone from this land.
No more green trees.
No more blue sky.
In the meadow, I held your hand.
We forged the stream.
We laughed and ran.
But now the ground has turned to frost.
Now you are gone.
Now I am lost.
Did I know how to count the cost;
To let this die;
To let you go?
They say that winter turns to spring;
That after death,
Life comes again.
But now I have no strength to sing:
This song of hope,
Seems wrong and strange.
I know we had our ways to part:
I did not know.
The pain I’d feel.
The wasteland of a broken heart,
Is barren but,
Someday will heal.
No more green trees.
No more blue sky.
In the meadow, I held your hand.
We forged the stream.
We laughed and ran.
But now the ground has turned to frost.
Now you are gone.
Now I am lost.
Did I know how to count the cost;
To let this die;
To let you go?
They say that winter turns to spring;
That after death,
Life comes again.
But now I have no strength to sing:
This song of hope,
Seems wrong and strange.
I know we had our ways to part:
I did not know.
The pain I’d feel.
The wasteland of a broken heart,
Is barren but,
Someday will heal.
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I hope your broken heart is well again: Its springtime now. All is growing. Time is healing all coldness.
May be my photo [link] inspires you for a new song. Instead "Wasteland" maybe "THE LIGHT shines again"...
There are also summer and autumns pics of the beautiful "Three Birches infrared" for more of your poems!
May be my photo [link] inspires you for a new song. Instead "Wasteland" maybe "THE LIGHT shines again"...
There are also summer and autumns pics of the beautiful "Three Birches infrared" for more of your poems!