My Love Is Dead Poem by Roy Ballard
My Love Is Dead
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When shall I see the spring again?
Not in April. Not in May.
Of the twelve that leaves me ten,
count the seasons as I may;
were they numbered by the score,
I shall see the spring no more.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bereavement,death,grief,loss,love
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4/27/2024 6:10:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Roy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks