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The lady

By the river deep
The lady weeps
For a dream unfound
And ties not bound
Her soul is broke
Affection has no token
She knows life
And much of strife
Feeling very solitary
Of people she is wary
Hiding truth inside
No one shall abide
Hope she holds
As if were gold
Sorrow will go
And she knows
Change begins within
The way to win
Then the lady won't weep
By the river deep

© 2020 Loly Rinn
Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
Published inBygone Poetry


  1. Dear Loly. I enjoyed your work today.

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