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by Nickie Jan 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
I am but a winter flower Blowing softly in the breeze You are my morning sunshine Brightening my day I am but a broken woman Waiting for death to take me You are my ray of hope I'll stay that one more day I was that winter flower Till the breeze stopped blowing You were my morning sunshine Till the day you stopped showing I am still the broken woman Death is so near But my ray of hope is gone So death I do now fear Time stands still I take my last breath My ray of hope returns To late
by Jackie
Such a sad poignant poem, I like your style. 5/5