Haunted Loss

June 1, 2011
As the Winter's winds resume their play
I lay upon this snowy hill
The leaves have fallen, changed, and gone
The winds took them, and all my will

The wisp of clouds above turned dark
With them my heart drained away all hope
The sun rushed to hide as the clouds stole the stars
I stared goodbye still upon my slope

Tell me why you ripped from me the last of love
I stay haunted by its loss
The path remains clear for my leave
None is left of me to see all that is across

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