You left me at dusk,
Gaunt and sad and gray,
And when the morning glow arose,
I could find you not.
The night before was faded
Like a withered rose, and
I could scarcely recall your smile,
Your sunflower smile.
Why were you taken from beside me?
I hope there is a reason, as the time
I’ve spent since you left has been
Measured and is of little worth.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
You left me at dusk,
Gaunt and sad and gray,
And when the morning glow arose,
I could find you not.
The night before was faded
Like a withered rose, and
I could scarcely recall your smile,
Your sunflower smile.
Why were you taken from beside me?
I hope there is a reason, as the time
I’ve spent since you left has been
Measured and is of little worth.
Inspired by Robert Frost's "Flower-Gathering"
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