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
The lady
Published inBygone Poetry
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A amazing poem by a talented writer.
Dear Loly. I enjoyed your work today.