The Oceans
Where are the oceans made from tears
That is the love of God
A flood that was the passion
Lost in memories bittersweet
And all the arrows of deceit
Sent down with feckless fraud
Upon the weak and withered souls
Left lost within this bog
In the darkness, in the night
Or the light from love's illusion
Who can free them from their bonds
Of this earthly, cruel delusion
posted 2019.03.30
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2019
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