When the sun drops from the sky,
And the
winter nights are long
The wind
sings its own song –
Heartaches are seldom seen . . .
Knowing it
needs a good cry
Sadness it
holds from a lie!
When the moon drops from the sky,
Remembering
when I was young,
And words
fell from my tongue –
Sadness is seldom seen . . .
The times a
heart may bleed,
And the
times it is in need!
When the truth drops from the sky –
Maybe there will be no need to cry!
Epaphroditus© January 26, 2024
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