Each evening I watch the southward journey
of the setting sun
minute by minute
summer dwindles away
when finally the sun has set
darkness closes in, and
the day is over
When all is said and done
all that remains
is the bitterness
of my loneliness -
I will give my heart
no more
for she to whom I would give it
has no wish to hold it.
of the setting sun
minute by minute
summer dwindles away
when finally the sun has set
darkness closes in, and
the day is over
When all is said and done
all that remains
is the bitterness
of my loneliness -
I will give my heart
no more
for she to whom I would give it
has no wish to hold it.
© 2008 Michael Shelby
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