From Dust Can So Come

A new dawn of day
better wish for the morrow

My Queen
I cannot find
a way to so sing

No more of such
sorrow about
yesterdays today


Regrets most to
do I so have
will she come
on the morrow

Tackle box neatly
laid with her finger tips
afraid not like most

Lioness her self
if but that I
truley knew
then on the morrow
a sunflower again

I would see that
as a mate
I still miss
Her

by The First Shrike

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