Life withers when the dream dies A storm of tears fills your eyes A dream lies dead here Lost is all you held dear Left alone to walk in woe For that garden will no longer grow No mercy, hope, and not sweet or wise No breath of spring to fill the skies
Just as the petal falls from the flower So it is when dreams die, for lost is it's power No beauty of the bloom as it had before One left to loneliness forevermore Where once was the gift of love Grand as if sent from Heaven above And so must beauty's tear filled eyes Rain a storm when the dream dies
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
We have all lost at love at some time and felt the dream die.
Comments (2)
A storm of tears fills your eyes
Not many of us will get through this life without these feelings. Poignant poem.