Perhaps it was how it had to be:
The landscape reflected his soul, deep in sorrow,
For mourning was now the only feeling left…
Yet, through the clouds,
A sun ray could be seen,
Reflected in the calm water of the lake.
He thought how deep that water was,
Time would tell if he would find again
The warmth of a happy summer.
A sad, lonely feel to this piece.
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Yes, definitely looking forward to summer or at least spring.
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I have to agree with Sue.
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He will, he will, he just needs to open up his heart.
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Good post, life goes on.
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