13 Mar 2015 15 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: black clouds grey skies, Depression, loss, pain, Raining
However hard I try
I cannot find blue sky.
It has been stolen, whisked away.
No more sunny days.
The dark clouds and the rain have set in
As all my trouble have decided to begin.
To grow and multiply
Here I stand and wonder why.
When you where here all was fun
Why have you deserted me and taken the sun.
Leaving me broken and in pain
Lost, alone and in the rain!
If we were having coffee , every Sunday
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Mar 13, 2015 @ 17:02:56
sending some candle light and a good cuppa of whatever you prefer ~hugs~ Bee
Mar 13, 2015 @ 17:16:10
Thank you Bee just what the Dr ordered
Mar 13, 2015 @ 17:21:00
🙂
Mar 13, 2015 @ 17:32:42
This is lovely Willow, like a nursery rhyme. 🙂
Mar 13, 2015 @ 17:53:42
Thank you. 😉
Mar 15, 2015 @ 15:57:35
❤
Mar 15, 2015 @ 16:40:05
❤
Mar 13, 2015 @ 21:28:40
S.w.e.e.t. and heartwarming though it’s raining and the sun has gone away.
Mar 13, 2015 @ 21:33:48
🙂 🙂
Mar 14, 2015 @ 05:09:11
Well written Willow.
Mar 14, 2015 @ 07:11:29
😉 thank you Paul
Mar 14, 2015 @ 13:55:29
The skies have been dark, but I think they’ll brighten soon. I’d pull you from the rain anytime 🙂
Mar 14, 2015 @ 18:08:53
Thank you so much I very grateful!! xxxxxxx
Mar 14, 2015 @ 20:12:09
Why must words be so powerful as to reduce me to tears after the first verse?! I really like this poem, it manages to turn something as depressing as a rainy day into something artistic and beautiful.
Mar 14, 2015 @ 20:16:29
Thank you so much , that is one of the highest accolades I have received. Thank you so much for reading and your comments! xx