House Of No Return
Tomorrow enter the house of no return
And you will find no memory of what has gone
The leaves blown in the gravel path
Where childish footprints played
The sun rolled out across the clouds
Into another day
Weeds grow now
Where once a soft emerald carpet flowed
And flowers crowned the air with scent
And fires burnt in Autumn evenings end
For what has gone
cannot return my friend
Except in ceasless rivers of eternity
I carry your heart in my mine
And once again you're here with me
yvette m smith nov 2008
poem by Yvette Smith
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