Left my love, my life
Walking into lonely meadows
With none but my pale shadow
Calling is my death there
None is here too, I swear
Death is what I just hear
With moron's face
In the morose place
Call me back my love, my life
Before I die and lie
In the grave lonely
Walking into lonely meadows
With none but my pale shadow
Calling is my death there
None is here too, I swear
Death is what I just hear
With moron's face
In the morose place
Call me back my love, my life
Before I die and lie
In the grave lonely
very nice..
ReplyDeleteThanks Ranita
DeleteOhh, the last call, to hear the sweet voice.
ReplyDeleteQuite interesting, you have chosen to give death a moron face, any reason for that? :D
Regards
Jay
http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/
No reason as such just a thought that's it
DeleteI'm touched, Bradd.
ReplyDeleteLovely lines, esp.
'Call me back my love, my life
Before I die and lie
In the grave lonely'
Thanks Anupam
DeleteEver longing for the return of love, lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Saru as always
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