Writing True

When

-Revised and reposted-

When the sky would stop looking down at the sea;

When snow would fill all summer and file up on roofs, on roads and trees;

When no love song to listen nor to sing;

When no roses and chocolates in Valentine’s Day nor any blooms in May;

When lizards would speak and stand up for what they see;

When crickets would pay silence:

For longing hearts hanging onto to their dream, . . .

I’ll be over you.

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