Short Poem
Dreaming of an empty place
Dreaming of a familiar face.
No one knows where lost love goes
In the heart or under burrows.
Blue skies next to a radiant sun
Reminds me of times with a special one.
Dreaming of an empty place
Dreaming of a familiar face.
No one knows where lost love goes
In the heart or under burrows.
Blue skies next to a radiant sun
Reminds me of times with a special one.