What is left

by Edith Overup   Mar 25, 2008


All the things we lost in the rain
can never be recovered again

And all the things we had won
can never again be shown in the sun

And what we want to keep out of sight
will be brought into the light

All we now have left in the darkness
is the reminder of our madness

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  • 16 years ago

    by Krathia

    Short, but evokes feeling.
    I especially love the first two verses.
    5/5