The True Ruins Of Despair®
Dripping wet
Soaked in lingering
Smells of summer
Days of yesteryear
Past the point
Of no return
To live for today!
Where is that happy glow she carried
why was she made to be so cold,
was it something she did that led to her
having something steal her gold?
One Day They Met Their Troubles Forget
then swiftly came tears,
sunshine then turned to darkness
even in day no light appears!
Copyright© Sally a fiddler on the roof of ruin
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