Natalie

Spring blesses your name, our ship sails with bells, will I see you again ? that hurt we disown, tolls like a knell, loss is sometimes total, not only children drain, the uncertain wells, by sounds of playing, lemon trees groan, their blossom intense, log trains climb and moan, broken bars blaze, all part of living hell, everything softer after the rain, if i could only sell, or catch those missed days, where an oracle tells, why you went away.