Sorrow’s Flowers (poem)

It’s in my darkest hour they wander in

Some lost and lonely regrets from a past

Which hope they found a home in me at last

A soul where sorrow’s flowers can begin


They bear them with a melancholy scent

Refreshing springs of water are my tears

Those darkest hours replaced by endless years

Forgotten Joy for which I now repent


Who was it loosed you on the world tonight

Or was it me whose doors were open wide


What do you see which wandered passed my sight

Some loneliness which I have set aside


A tear or two perhaps will be alright

But let those tears be your departing tide

Music only

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Gypsy Rose Lee 15 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Sad but lovely poetry

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