DustA Poem by Dave W.I hate the end of things, to feel so strongly for moments that pass, that I wanted so despartedly to last.
From whence did the rain come
or darkness the light of day From where did the gloom creep though a hollowed wood or heaviness to a lighthearted soul what was the change in a current so faithful and true shifted tides changing times chapters closed there is no control of moments passing each face each heart each soul is but for a moment all passes through Good bye dear friend thankyou for loving in purity thankyou for being the ear that listened thankyou for being a heart connected love is beautiful love is pain love is sweet love is bitter saddest are the days of rain felt with sunny skies above.
© 2025 Dave W.Author's Note
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