Waiting River
A rainbow of wild flowers
lie in front of me in a field.
The sun lies low showing its rays
of amber yellow and red.
Glisten over the field of wild flowers
a past flickers like a silent movie.
giving a broken should
a reason to stay.
With a river of tears on a
porcelain face
she falls to the round reaching for
the love that pours out of the silent movie.
once the sun goes down , only black remains
her pour broken should urns for the
love it once felt.
Now standing alone in the dark.
she picks a flower,
turns and walks in a new path
making a new movie.
lie in front of me in a field.
The sun lies low showing its rays
of amber yellow and red.
Glisten over the field of wild flowers
a past flickers like a silent movie.
giving a broken should
a reason to stay.
With a river of tears on a
porcelain face
she falls to the round reaching for
the love that pours out of the silent movie.
once the sun goes down , only black remains
her pour broken should urns for the
love it once felt.
Now standing alone in the dark.
she picks a flower,
turns and walks in a new path
making a new movie.
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