Hawk’s Poetry

your words, usually fill me with smiles and luaghter
not so today, my friend, I fear I’m too far gone
my skys are clouded never to clear again
the trees are shivering in the night’s cold
and I feel, oh, how deeply I feel it
as it penetrates and wraps my soul
in moon glows gloom.

sigh…

Penelope Shedrech
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