Why is that with the fall of the sun I lose my mind?
Or it goes on a night long journey to thoughts unkind
The sun’s absence accounts for a lot sometimes
As soon as it sets, the mind of a loner chimes
Category: poetry reading
Sadness and Gladness, Poetry by Anna Somerset
I am glad
You lived a world of such colour and vibrancy
Your imagination boundless
Your humour, inexhaustible
Your garden, a haven for creative lunatics
Your cooking, fantastic
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