Sonata Of The Hours
J Joyce Hemsley
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The Sonata had gone
there was no floral song
on the sad day
you said 'goodbye'.
Violins lost their strings,
angels lost their wings,
and the skylark
could no longer fly.
Now romance has flown
cold breezes have blown,
and my life will
forever be blue.
But I hope and I pray
that as time melts away
we will dance 'neath
a silvery moon.
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