By Claudia
The trees are full with Spring leaves.
The earth is fresh dark and warm
The river cool, swift and forgiving
But this is not enough
The heart felt longing still exists
The tears of pain, longing, and for safe return, flow now and again
Even though she says, "I've learned to say goodbye," alas, tis a lie.
To long for love
To burn with unleashed passion, is to much to take
So
She will walk her path
Alone
At least, for now
