Late in the day
with only a pencil
and pen
to my name
and wish that you were here
by my side
Late in the evening
with only a soft
red blanket
to comfort
my lonely heart
And I wish that the flowers bloom
In the dusk set air
.
tomorrow will wash
over each time and place
and soon I will forget
the reason for my aches
Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital.
Oh Liyona, your finale is superb
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Thanks so much Ivor!!
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Yes…time does take the sting out. Beautiful words Liyona 💙
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Thank you so much!!
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Yes, the patience necessary to get over a lost love. So hard to do, but so necessary too.
Stephen
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