Natural Occurances

Tears fall like morning dew,
Not once but twice I am losing you,
You are like the air I breathe.
And I crave each breath more and more.
To touch you was to lay in the tall grass,
On a warm summer day,
I laid there drinking in all of your beauty.
Now I'm tasting the bitterness of my tears,
Falling like morning dew,
My air supply is no more,
And I lay shameless in the dead of the winter,
Waiting for the tall grass to come again.
It's the same old thing
Happening to us once again.

poem by Denice Robinson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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