Lost in the abyss,
Unable not to miss.
In the air flows the snow,
In the night melts the moonlight.
Virginal white evokes the grieving,
Deep dark leaves the relieving.
With the heart wrenched,
Thirst never gets quenched.
With the promise etched,
Will love get fetched?
Along the lake, I wander,
'Tis true or fake, I ponder.
Since
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
20161124, by gkevinx
