Sunday, September 15, 2013




When you are gone
There's darkness around.
The green moss
covers the ground.
And all around
I feel the loss.

When you are gone
there's wetness around.
The raindrops
cover the ground.
And all around
I feel the loss.

Would it be better
to have you here
and have the loss disappear?
Or would I know
that soon you'd go?
And again I'd feel the loss.

Better now to stop the hope,
feel the loss,
try to cope.
A million times
I've found that I
will feel the loss
until I die. 


~ By Edwina Reizer ~

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