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HOW LONG WILL THESE GO ON?
I cannot be gladden
my love
without that thy garden.
To only realize;
The tasted reels,
smiling, seeing red roses,
mine had tried in chills.
Another sun is gone,
crippling
my clenched knees; Shivering
to mow rows in thy lawn
as more tears rolls down.
But where do two hearts play too
my love?
I know a confluence in plateau.
Thou didst steal my ears
in a mountain of many voices.
Rustling...
Distant choices
by every sunrise and dawn
Waiting.
More blooms hath withered, gone.
How long?
More blooms hath withered, gone,
waiting...
by every sunrise and dawn.
Distant choices
rustling...
in a mountain of many voices;
Thou didst steal my ears.
I know a confluence in plateau,
my love...
but where do two hearts play too?
As more tears rolls down
to mow rows in thy lawn,
my clenched knees shivers,
Crippling...
Another sun is gone.
Mine had tried in chills,
seen smiling red roses,
tasted the reels,
Only to realize
that without thy garden,
my love...
I cannot be gladden.
©️McCoy Clement
Dedicated to Christie Jacobs
-2020 Poetry-
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