The Dreamers Left
Poem By kethozelie paunuo
Days look clumsy and drowsy,
Time move slow but wind still blows,
In thoughts one fancy,
The gone days that still glows.
Aghast I stood lonely,
To see them haste in the morn,
O'er unseen path they march hap'ly n boldly,
While I lone long mourn.
The moon once again shine,
Bright upon the weary murky world,
Joy was once mine,
Under the moonlight with the promised word.