I have but to wonder, if the rain were
my tears.
A river should I cry, for less would not
bring such sadness as
a heart longing for a peace unfound.
Could one wish on the glimpse of hope
and dream into existence life's love,
even at the end.
A word means no more tomorrow, than
today, but a tear will always fall
as the river runs, should I cry for less?
I have but to wonder.
©ScottlB
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