Zafira
Mournful Ever
A tired heaven dying
its clouds fall staining beautiful
the shade sets in her garden
winter gardens around me
without pity...
winter, desolation, silent of dead
waters are flowing, a flood
and joyful was devoured
today heaven is your absence
that farewell to persist
and our recalls are clinging on me
with an oblivion
you went away
for aye
From Letras Mania