How about a melancholy romantic poem for this week?
Home Thoughts
The sea rocks have a green moss.
The pine rocks have red berries.
I have memories of you.
.......................
Speak to me of the drag on your heart,
The iron drag of the long days.
I know hours empty as a beggar's tin cup on a rainy day,
empty as a soldier's sleeve with an arm lost.
Speak to me...
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