Calling From The Winter

In my heart, loneliness is brewing

Winter rain is greeting my backyard

Something from the past is calling


All the thought, memory, seems to fade

You did shed sunlight in my heart

Days by days of my life, I have wasted


Still, I am here, the same man

Empty hand, waiting for its old warmth


A man doesn’t last, but his feelings do

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Bravo From Across The Pond

Feelings survive in poetry assuredly. In the future they will find your poem and make your feelings live after you. Fine idea for a write ~Lady A~