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Calling From The Winter
In my heart, loneliness is brewing
Winter rain is greeting my backyard
Something from the past is calling
All the thought, memory, seems to fade
You did shed sunlight in my heart
Days by days of my life, I have wasted
Still, I am here, the same man
Empty hand, waiting for its old warmth
A man doesn’t last, but his feelings do
Bravo From Across The Pond
Feelings survive in poetry assuredly. In the future they will find your poem and make your feelings live after you. Fine idea for a write ~Lady A~