Click here to hear the poet read his words:
in the sun
summer is over and autumn has fled
dreich winter is just settling in
the wam lazy life we enjoyed all those years
disappears like the slow setting sun
do you think the love we once had is dead
do you feel that the passion is gone
is there any future in who we are now
or should I just sadly move on
will your life be much better without me
do I bring you less pleasure than pain
will you be happier not to know where I am
and never to see me again
I have been here too long growing tired and old
when I want to lie every day in the sun
don’t make me stay here slowly fading with cold
let me be warm let me live in the sun
and please let me die in the sun
Sad. The sun sets. It will rise again, though. Is that the same sun, or a fresh one? Who knows?
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Questions way beyond my ken, I’m sorry to say.
The sun is out, the sky is blue
There’s not a cloud to spoil the view
But it’s raining, raining in my heart
Buddy Holly (1936 – 1959)
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Gorgeous, if tragic C
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Thank you, Lynn.
And what a pleasure to see you in so many places recently.
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And you C! My pleasure
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Pourquoi être heureux à deux quand on peut être malheureux tout seul !
J’aime beaucoup ce poème ! ❣
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Parce qu’on cherche toujours …
Même si on ne sait pas pour quoi.
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