Am I on the brink of happiness, Or----am I on the brink of woe? It seems that happiness has flown For the sun has lost it’s glow. Misty fog covers the valley; Storm clouds cover the mountain’s peak. All nature seem oblivious To the happiness which I seek. When will the world begin to turn In the direction of my heart’s desire? It seems my heart is destined to be Swallowed in a swirling, worldly mire. By L.B. Strawn Verses 1 & 2, November 30, 2003 Verse 3, November 3, 2006 Pure fiction. |
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